her frequently during the time she was at my house, and on my giving
her for adoption to Mr. Walker (a respectable Vermont farmer
without any children of his own) they were both deeply affected.
Dombey was anxious that Mrs. Trotter should take it to her own home,
but, as "Mrs. Grundy" had already been discussing her movements, she
dare not, without fear of ruining her children, take the baby under
the roof. As there was no help for it the baby was allowed to go to
Vermont, and grew up a beautiful girl, passionately devoted to the
only parents she had ever known; Mrs. Walker dying during the
child's infancy, Mr. Walker had her educated as well as his means
would permit, and they passed their time in the most perfect harmony
and sweet content. After the war, however, Walker found himself
almost without a penny in the world, and, thinking to better his
fortunes removed to New York, where he managed to make a poor living
as a subordinate in the Custom House. Margery regretted this change
of circumstances very much, but, being thoroughly devoted to her
father, she did not repine, but did all in her power to make his
home as happy as could be under such conditions. She missed her
accustomed amusements very much, and although in New York she saw
many things and found many opportunities which would have been
altogether unknown to her in the country, yet she was a long time in
becoming reconciled to the close and stifling atmosphere of a great
metropolitan city.

One night her father promised her a great treat, they were to go to
X----'s theatre to see Mademoiselle B---- in Romeo and Juliet. Margery
sat with strained eyes gazing wistfully at the play, laughing and
weeping by turns as the great master's power was exerted on the
audience by the artists engaged, and at the close she heaved a deep
sigh, consequent upon having held her breath so long, and without