way, and he haunts her dreams."

Mr. Carlyle walked on in silence; indeed there was no reply that he
could make. A cloud had fallen upon the house of Mr. Hare, and it was an
unhappy subject. Barbara continued,--

"But for mamma to have taken it into her head that 'some evil is going
to happen,' because she had this dream, and to make herself miserable
over it, is so absurd, that I have felt quite cross with her all day.
Such nonsense, you know, Archibald, to believe that dreams give signs of
what is going to happen, so far behind these enlightened days!"

"Your mamma's trouble is great, Barbara; and she is not strong."

"I think all our troubles have been great since--since that dark
evening," responded Barbara.

"Have you heard from Anne?" inquired Mr. Carlyle, willing to change the
subject.

"Yes, she is very well. What do you think they are going to name the
baby? Anne; after her mamma. So very ugly a name! Anne!"

"I do not think so," said Mr. Carlyle. "It is simple and unpretending,
I like it much. Look at the long, pretentious names of our
family--Archibald! Cornelia! And yours, too--Barbara! What a mouthful
they all are!"

Barbara contracted her eyebrows. It was equivalent to saying that he did
not like her name.