He looked so bright, so prosperous, so full of hope and life.

He was no longer the school-boy whom I could meet on equal terms, but the student entered on a public career of honor and distinction,--the son of ambition, whose gaze was already fixed on the distant hill-tops of fame.

There was nothing in his countenance or manner that gave this impression, but my own morbid sensitiveness.

The dawning feelings of womanhood made me blush for the plainness and childishness of my dress, and then I was ashamed of my shame, and blushed the more deeply.
"I am glad to see you again," I said, stooping to raise my brimming pail,--"I suppose I must not call you Richard now." "Yes, indeed, I hope and trust none of my old friends will begin to Mr.
Clyde me for a long time to come, and least, I mean most of all, you, Gabriella.

We were always such exceedingly good friends, you know.