"Not so soundly as I could have wished," she said, passing her hand
over her brow, as if to remove some painful thought.

Dr. Bryant acquainted them with the adventures of the night
suggesting, that in future some of the party should watch, as security
for their horses; and all agreed that it was advisable.

"How readily one might suppose this a gipsy encampment. Miss Hamilton
and myself are quite dark enough to favor the illusion, and Ellen and
Mr. Carlton would pass as of gipsy descent; but what would they think
of Miss Mary? She is decidedly anti-gipsy in her appearance."

"I can tell you, Uncle Frank," cried Elliot, clapping his hands; "they
would take Miss Mary for an angel that came to our tent, like the one
that came down to see Abraham."

"Unfortunately, angels never appear in the form of a lady, Elliot; so
you must tax your ingenuity to dispose of me in a different manner,"
said Mary, smiling gently on the noble boy beside her.

"Indeed, I would sooner think you ought to be an angel than any
gentleman I know, or lady either; don't you think so too, Uncle
Frank?"

"Certainly I do; but, Elliot, you should not have made me say so in
Miss Florence's presence. You forget that she is also a young lady."

"No, I don't, uncle, and I ask her pardon if I was rude; but I heard
you say Miss Mary was an angel, and though I like Miss Florence very