To my heart than I can tell,
Will you love me?
In my memory I have throned you,
Thinking of you every hour;
Dear young Kitty, I adore you,
Ah! forget your tyrant power.
Try to love me!
E. L.
A sudden smile, brilliant in its gladness, swept over the maiden’s face as she read; but then remembering somewhat, she arose, and hastily flung the perfumed note within the grate, saying,
“The impudence of those village boys is unpardonable; neither of us know them much more than by sight, and they have no right to presume so far!” But though she spoke so pettishly, Kitty’s smile, as she read the quoted love-lay, had not escaped Lucy’s notice, and she said quietly in reply,