"You are the little girl," she said eagerly.
"Yes," I replied, "I am."
"Is my blessed young lady with you?"
"Miss Russell is in our garden with Cornelius."
"I shall never see him," she sighed, "but I like his voice; he is very handsome, isn't he?"
"Kate says so, but I don't know anything about it."
"Is he kind to you?"
"He is very good to me and every one."
"That's right;" she said eagerly; "better goodness than gold any day."
"Cornelius will have gold too," I observed, piqued that he should be thought poor; "he will earn a great deal of money and will be quite rich."