"Did they come out of your own garden."
"We don't keep oak trees in our garden."
"I declare! it's elegant. Faith, give me just one of those red leaves, won't you? I want it."
"No indeed!" said Faith, starting back and shielding the oak leaves with her hand, as that of Miss Deacon approached them. "What are you thinking of?"
"Thinking of!" said Cecilia colouring. "So, Faith, I hear you've set up for a school teacher?"
"I've one little scholar," said Faith quietly. "That isn't much 'setting up,' Cecilia."
"One scholar!" said Cecilia contemptuously. "Didn't you go over with all the boys to Neanticut the other day?"
"Yes," said Faith laughing, "indeed I did; but I assure you I didn't go to teach school."
"Miss Derrick," said Dr. Harrison, offering his arm to Faith,—"my sister begs the favour of your assistance—instantly and urgently—you know I presume for what?"
"Yes, I know, Dr. Harrison," said Faith smiling—"I left it unfinished"—