laugh--"unless I get married."

"Dear me! how the wind blows!" said Leah, as the white muslin
curtain flapped backward and forward in the playful breeze, ever and
anon covering her beautiful head and face.

"Yes, Leah, this same sweet sea-breeze will soon waft me far from
you, when to meet again, God only knows. I am about through this
packing now, and we must have our talk--our last, long, confidential
chat, for many, many days."--"Maybe years," Leah added sorrowfully.

"Here goes old trunk number one. Books, and everything pertaining to
school-days, are tucked away in you;" and she turned the key. "This
one, number two, I shall not close till Aunt Rose makes a little
deposit in it of something for my mother--so she requested me." Then
stooping down, Lizzie drew forth from its hiding-place a carefully
wrapped little bundle, and handing it to Leah, said:

"Here, dear, is a scarlet silk scarf, fringed with gold, that I
desire to give you as a keepsake. It is something I prize, as it was
brought from Greece by an uncle of mine, some years ago. Its colors
will contrast beautifully with your sweet face; take it."

"Keep it yourself, Lizzie. I need nothing, I care for nothing, for
personal adornment. You tell me I am beautiful, but that does not
satisfy the heart that has suffered so from cruel wrong-doing. I
care only for that of which I receive so little--human sympathy and
love. Take it back."

"No; keep it as a memento of my love, if you never care to wear it,"