Were profanation."
Early the following morning Florence was astir, begging her father to take her to the Suspension Bridge. She hardly glanced at the magnificent appearance of the Canada fall, as the sunbeams changed its floods of spray into bright showers of diamonds.
There she stood on the piazza, her cheeks flushed with vermilion, and her dark eyes glowing with the animation and excitement within.
"I cannot take you to the bridge till after breakfast," said her father, in reply to her urgent appeals to set out immediately.
"Must I wait so long?" said Florence dismally.
While the father and daughter stood debating the point, Florence's acquaintance of the preceding day appeared, attended by a handsome young man, whom she introduced as her brother Edward.
Major Howard recollected the Williams family, and seemed gratified to renew his acquaintance.
"Col. Malcome occupies your old residence," said he to the young man, as they left the ladies to themselves and walked to the opposite side of the piazza.
After a pause, Florence asked her companion if she "had ever visited Wimbledon since she left it."
"No;" answered the young lady, "though I have often desired to do so. There was a poor washerwoman there, who had a little boy about my own age, in whom I took a childish interest, and I would like much to learn something of his fate."