"I know that, Aunt Matty—I am certain of it."
"Then what is it?"
"Old Mrs. Bosworth has such a stately way; so soft, yet decided. She will look at me so sharply."
"I found her very kind and grateful."
"But she may think that I have done wrong."
"She is too just, too noble, Jessie, to blame any one for that which was not a fault."
"Oh, Aunt Matty! even you speak and look so grave! I cannot bear it—indeed I cannot!"
I was softened at once. How could I speak so coldly to my Jessie, while she stood there trembling, with her great eyes full of tears.
"My own darling!" I said, quickly. "You know I could never feel anything but love for you. Don't shake so, dear! We won't speak of this, if it troubles you."
"No, no! I ought to hear—I must not be so weak."