air?—he did not say this smoky town was doing her any harm, did he, Margaret?"
"No! not a word," she replied, gravely. "He was anxious, I think."
"Doctors have that anxious manner; it's professional," said he.
Margaret saw, in her father's nervous ways, that the first impression of possible danger was made upon his mind, in spite of all his making light of what she told him. He could not forget the subject,—could not pass from it to other things; he kept recurring to it through the evening, with an unwillingness to receive even the slightest unfavourable idea, which made Margaret inexpressibly sad.
"This letter is from Aunt Shaw, papa. She has got to Naples, and finds it too hot, so she has taken apartments at Sorrento. But I don't think she likes Italy."
"He did not say anything about diet, did he?"
"It was to be nourishing, and digestible. Mam- ma's appetite is pretty good, I think."
"Yes! and that makes it all the more strange he should have thought of speaking about diet."
"I asked him, papa." Another pause. Then Margaret went on; "Aunt Shaw says, she has sent me some coral ornaments, papa; but," added Margaret, half smiling, "she's afraid the Milton Dissenters won't appreciate them. She has got all her ideas of Dissenters from the Quakers, has not she?"
"If ever you hear or notice that your mother wishes for anything, be sure you let me know. I am so afraid she does not tell me always what she would
