had better rest till the morning."

The good Squire then, putting his finger to his lip, hurried away, to
avoid the thanks, which, indeed, however he might feel them, Aram was no
dexterous adept in expressing.




CHAPTER V.

THE SISTERS ALONE.--THE GOSSIP OF LOVE.--AN ALARM
--AND AN EVENT.

Juliet.--My true love is grown to such excess,
I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.
--Romeo and Juliet.

Eros.--Oh, a man in arms;
His weapon drawn, too!
--The False One.

It was a custom with the two sisters, when they repaired to their chamber
for the night, to sit conversing, sometimes even for hours, before they
finally retired to bed. This indeed was the usual time for their little
confidences, and their mutual dilations over those hopes and plans for
the future, which always occupy the larger share of the thoughts and
conversation of the young. I do not know any thing in the world more
lovely than such conferences between two beings who have no secrets to
relate but what arise, all fresh, from the springs of a guiltless heart,-