"I did not undress," said Belle, "because I wished to be in readiness to bid you farewell when you departed; and as for sleeping, I could not." "Well, God bless you!" said I, taking Belle by the hand.

Belle made no answer, and I observed that her hand was very cold.

"What is the matter with you ?" said I, looking her in the face.

Belle looked at me for a moment in the eyes, and then cast down her own--her features were very pale.

"You are really unwell," said I; "I had better not go to the fair, but stay here, and take care of you." "No," said Belle, "pray go, I am not unwell." "Then go to your tent," said I, "and do not endanger your health by standing abroad in the raw morning air.