And she comes,—blushing, lingering, yet smiling through it all.
----"And you could deceive your old father, Nell"—(very fondly.)
Nelly only clasps your hand in both of hers.
"And so you loved Will all the while?"
----Nelly only stoops to drop a little kiss of pleading on your forehead.
----"Well, Nelly," (it is hard to speak roundly,) "give me your hand;—here, Will,—take it:—she's a wild girl;—be kind to her, Will."
"God bless you, sir!"
And Nelly throws herself, sobbing, upon your bosom.
----"Not here,—not here now, Nell!—Will is yonder!"
----Sobbing, sobbing still! Nelly, Nelly,—who would have thought that your merry face covered such a heart of tenderness!