"Nurse."

"My  dear?"

"If  you  had  never  done  anything  for  me,  still  I  should
know  you  love  me."

"Should  ye  now?"

"  Oh,  yes  !  there  is  the  look  in  your  eye  that  I  used  to
long  to  see  in  my  poor  aunt's ;  but  it  never  came."

"  Well,  Miss  Lucy,  I  can't  help  it.  To  think  it  is  really
you  setting  there  by  my  fire.  I  do  feel  like  a  cat  with
one  kitten.  You  should  check  me,  glaring  you  out  o'
countenance  like  that ! "

"  Check  you !  I  could  not  bear  to  lose  one  glance  of
that  honest,  tender  eye.  I  would  not  exchange  one  for
all  the  flatteries  of  the  world.  I  am  so  happy  here,  so
trancLuil,  under  my  nurse's  wing."

With  this  declaration  came  a  little  sigh.
Mrs.  Wilson  caught  it.  "Is  there  nothing  wanting,
dear  ?  "

"No."

"  Well,  I  do  keep  wishing  for  one  thing."

"What  is  that?"

"  Oh,  I  can't  help  my  thoughts."

"  But  you  can  help  keeping  them  from  me,  nurse."

"Well,  my  dear,  I  am  like  a  mother,  I  watch  every
word  of  yours  and  every  look ;  and  it  is  my  belief  you
blind  yourself  a  bit :  many  a  young  maid  has  done  that.
I  do  judge  there  is  a  young  man  that  is  more  to  you
than  you  think  for."

"  Who  on  earth  is  that,  nurse  ?  "  asked  Lucy,  coloring.
"  The  handsome  young  gentleman."

"  Oh,  they  are  all  handsome  —  all  my  pests."

"The  one  I  found  under  your  window,  Miss  Lucy.
