told us to love her for a long while." Mrs. Wilson at once saw that this was a case in which silence was the only resource; and, telling the child that she had read very well, sent her to water some of her favourite geraniums. "They are to be under your care, Julia, while you are a good girl."
Julia's great loveliness, for it was impossible to look upon her sweet face without pleasure, her gentle temper, and constant readiness to oblige, soon made her an universal favourite. The youngest in the school—she was the general pet—and yet so good that the care of the geraniums was never taken from her one single morning; but Mrs. Wilson observed, with regret, that the child had not the spirits belonging to her age—she was always gentle and tractable; but the moment she could escape from the caresses lavished upon her, she would retreat into the darkest corner, and cry for the hour together. Still she trusted that constant kindness would in time work out its effect, and that, once accustomed to
