genuine enjoyment.

She kept nodding her bright head, and finally burst out, as Sara told of
the lost sunbonnet and its rescuer:--

"He vas my nevew, Robert Glendenning" (she pronounced it however Robare
Glendneeng); "and is he not one handsome, fine young man?"

"I did not look at him long, but I think he is," blushing a little. "And
are not you the party my brother told me of yesterday? I did not think
then it was the two gentlemen I had met who were so kind to him. Morton
is not any too good at description!"

"Morton, ah, yes, that ees the bright youth who did put my brave Robare
to the rout! And he is thy brother, then? May I not know thy name also,
my fair young mees?"

"It is Sara Olmstead, ma'am, and I am a fisherman's daughter."

"And I, my fisher-lass, am name Madame Grandet now, though my girl name
it was Felicie."

"Oh, how pretty!"

"You t'ink? Do you know it mean 'happy,' 'fortunate,' and I am that, for
I have few cares, and my husband does indulge every wish I can make. And
your name, does it mean something good also?" "I have read somewhere
that it means 'a princess,'" blushing more than before; "but that is
hardly the meaning my name should have," giving a quick glance about
upon her homely surroundings. "I do not know. You have the grand air,