"Well," exclaimed Biddy, "she is more than a saint, she is an angel," and she wiped the tears from her honest eyes.
"I have known her for some time," said Louise, "and never saw her do, or heard of her doing a wrong action. She is very different from her brother. Does he come here often, Ann?"
"Not often; about once a fortnight."
"He is too much taken up with business; hasn't a thought outside of his counting-room. He doesn't share in any of her philanthropic ideas."
"She hasn't her equal on earth," added Henry. "Mr. Moodwell is a good man, though not good enough to be her brother."
Thus passed away the evening, until the near approach of ten o'clock warned them to leave.
I was too happy for sleep. Many a wakeful night had I passed from unhappiness, but now I was sleepless from joy.
* * * * * * *
The next morning, after Miss Nancy had breakfasted, I asked her what I should read to her.
"Nothing this morning, Ann. I had rather you would talk with me. Let us arrange for the future; but first tell me how much money does Henry lack to buy himself?"