"Would it not be better to think over it and write next month," said Jessie, who thought the matter was altogether too suddenly gone into.
"I am certain that my mind is made up," said Anthony Derrick, taking out his note-book. "You will allow me to take down the address, and as a particular favour I beg that you will let me have those two photographs to show to my sister and aunt, and afterwards to get copied for myself I wish to compare them with a miniature I have at home; the likeness is perfectly wonderful. Neither my sister Edith nor myself have any resemblance to our mother, but this is her very image. And photographs never flatter, so I suppose she is even prettier than this represents, Mrs. George."
"Oh! yes, far prettier, though it is a good likeness; but this you know is what she looks at one time—and Amy's face changes so much. She looks whiles perfectly beautiful, doesn't she, George?"
"Then I am safe not to be disappointed in her. When you write to your parents, Mrs. George, will you desire them to accept my best, thanks for their kindness to one who will soon be so dear to me; and now let me have the address; the day for the mail I cannot forget."
There was no help for it, George gave the ad-
