she is distracted. I never saw her so wretched
before. She has been to your friend Mr Walker, and
came to me afterwards for a minute. Mr Walker has got
something to do with it, though mamma says she thinks
he is quite friendly to papa. I wonder whether you
could find out, through Mr Walker, what he thinks
about it. Of course, mamma knows that papa has done
nothing wrong; but she says that the whole thing is so
mysterious, and that she does not know how to account
for the money. Papa, you know, is not like other
people. He forgets things; and is always thinking,
thinking, thinking of his great misfortunes. Poor
papa! My heart bleeds so when I remember all his
sorrows, that I hate myself for thinking about myself.

'When mamma left me--and it was then I first
knew that papa would really have to be tried--I
went to Miss Annabella, and told her that I would go
home. She asked me why, and I said I would not
disgrace her house by staying in it. She got up and
took me in her arms, and there came a tear out of both
her dear old eyes, and she said that if anything evil
came to papa--which she would not believe, as she
knew him to be a good man--there should be a home in
her house not only for me, but for mamma and Jane.
Isn't she a wonderful woman? When I think of her, I
sometimes think that she must be an angel already.
Then she became very serious--for just before,
through her tears she had tried to smile--and she
told me to remember that all people could not be like