look and manner.

"What is done is done," she said in her own tongue. "The only thing left
is to make the best of it;" and when Robert returned, after completing
the preparations for his journey, he would never have dreamed that she
had a care upon her mind, or the least foreboding in her heart, to see
her bright face, and hear her sunny laughter.




CHAPTER XI.

BETTY'S QUILTING-BEE.


As for Sara, the interview with Robert Glendenning roused her to a new
interest in her changed life, and to new hopes and plans, which are
always delightful to youth; and these kept her from sinking back into
that settled sadness which had been almost unnatural in one of her
years. First, she wrote the promised letter to Madame Grandet, which was
no light task for one so little accustomed to the use of the pen.

It began stiffly enough, but after the first few sentences the interest
of her subject so occupied her, that she forgot to choose her words,
and, when afterwards she read it over, she felt almost frightened at its
ease and abandon.

"I'm afraid she will think it too--too--not respectful enough," she
said, eying the closely written sheets dubiously; "but if I write it