"I got this," said John, handing her a little book which lay beside him.
"What is this! Wime's Wiem's Life of Washington
Washington? he was may I look at it?"
"Certainly!"
She opened the book, and presently sat down on the floor where she was, by the side of the sofa. Whatever she had found within the leaves of the book, she had certainly lost herself. An hour passed. Ellen had not spoken or moved except to turn over leaves.
"Ellen!" said John.
She looked up her cheeks coloured high.
"What have you found there?" said he, smiling.
"Oh, a great deal! But did Mr. Marshman give you this?"
"No."
"O!" said Ellen, looking puzzled, "I thought you said you got this this morning."