Papa was obliged to leave me behind, in Wales--poor mamma's country.

Were you ever in Wales?
I like it so! Indeed, I feel as if I belonged altogether to the mountains." And saying this, she looked the very incarnation of the free mountain spirit--a little rugged, perhaps, and sharply outlined; but that would soften with time, and was better and wholesomer than any tame green level of soft perfection.

At least, one inclined to think so, looking at her.
I liked Miss March very much, and was glad of it.
In retiring, with her father leaning on her arm, to which he hung trustingly and feebly as a child, she turned abruptly, and asked if she could lend me any books to read?
I must find the days long and dull without my friend.
I assented with thanks; and shortly afterwards she brought me an armful of literature--enough to have caused any young damsel to have been dubbed a "blue," in those matter-of-fact days.
"I have no time to study much myself," said she, in answer to my questions; "but I like those who do.

Now, good evening, for I must run.

You and your friend can have any books of ours.