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"Just a little, perhaps," said I, and, while she dabbed at her

pretty eyes with her snowy apron, I took pen and ink froe's letter, I

set upon the anvil "Now," said I, in answer to her questioning

look, "write down just here, belohere George signed his nao"

"You mean, that I--"

"That you love him, yes"

"Oh, Mr Peter!"

"Prudence," said I, "it is the only way, so far as I can see, of

saving George from himself; and no sweet, pure maid need be ashamed

to tell her love, especially to such a round that little shoe of yours has once pressed"

She glanced up at ht beamed in her eyes, and a smile hovered upon her red lips

"Do he--really, Mr Peter?"

"Indeed he does, Prudence, though I think youyou" So she stooped above the anvil,

blushing a little, and sighing a little, and crying a little,