My child! my child I--I can hardly yet believe that you are safe." The charming Kate tenderly kissed her weeping relative, and assured her that she could realize it all--that she must not fret, for she was quite herself again--not even hurt; only frightened a little.
And then she turned her lovely face to me, on which a tear rested, like a dew-drop upon the heart of a rose, with such a sweet, arch smile, as she said, "My aunt is very nervous, and is so fond of me that her fears for my safety have quite upset her.

The sooner we get her home the better.

Will you be so kind, Sir, as to tell me if a carriage is at the door.

Ours is blue, with white horses." The carriage was there.

How I wished it at Jericho.