afraid Mamma will miss you, and so she must, but it shall not be for want of care. Dearest sister, I will do just as if you were with me, and as Mr. Bennett says I may always write under cover to him, I will tell you every thing I do." Fanny at that moment had less resolution than even her little sister, and the child went on:
"I will keep a journal and send you every week. My darling Fanny, I know how good you have been. God will bless us both for your sake."
With what lingering steps that evening did they wander round "the old familiar places!" The old hedge, now filled with honeysuckle, the bank beneath the ash tree, where a few late violets yet lingered, the clear and dancing brook, where they had so often gathered water-cresses; every object had now that charm which invests even the commonest thing when seen for the last time.
The next day, it was fortunate that all was hurry and confusion, there was only just time for
