The young girl tossed her head slightly as she asserted, "Araminta
Jones liked it anyway. Any one could see that."

"And any one need not have seen it also," her mother said, with a
pained look. Then she added, in a low aside, as we rose from the
table, "Thee certainly need not have spoken about thy friend's folly."

The daughter apparently gave little heed to her mother's rebuke, and a
trivial remark a moment later proved that she was thinking of
something else.

"Adah, thee can entertain Richard Morton for a time, while mother
attends to the things," said her father.

The alacrity with which she complied was flattering at least, and she
led me out on the piazza, that corresponded with my day-dream.

"Zillah," called Mrs. Tocomb to her little girl, "do not bother Emily
Warren. She may wish to be alone. Stay with Adah till I am through."

"Oh, mother, please, let me go with Emily Warren. I never have a good
time with Adah."

"There, mother, let her have her own way," said Adah, pettishly.
"Emily Warren, thee shouldn't pet her so if thee doesn't want to be
bothered by her."

"She does not bother me at all," said Miss Warren quietly. "I like
her."