JULIUS HARRISON.
In Pattaquasset, is it?"
Mr. Linden read the note by firelight and standing—then came and sat down by Faith and put it in her hands. By firelight Faith read it hastily, and looked up with eyes of great delight. "Oh!" she said,—"isn't that good!" Then she looked down at the note soberly again.
"Well, little child? what?" he said smiling. "Yes, I am very glad. What are you doubting about?"
"I am not doubting about anything," she said giving him the note,—"only thinking of this strange man."
"Is he very strange?" Mr. Linden said. But he did not pursue the subject, going back instead to the one they had been upon, to give her the information she had asked for about the sick people they were likely to meet in their rounds; passing gradually from that to other matters, thence into silence. And Faith followed him, step by step,—only when he was quite silent, she was—asleep!