"I hope you will both love each other, and both be happy."
"Thanks;—and I hope you will make a very good wife to Mr. Huntingdon!" said she, with a queenly bow, and retired.
"Oh, Miss! how could you say so to her?" cried Rachel.
"Say what?" replied I.
"Why, that you hoped she would make him a good wife—I never heard such a thing!"
"Because, I do hope it—or rather, I wish it—she's almost past hope."
"Well!" said she, "I'm sure I hope he'll make her a good husband. They tell queer things about him down stairs. They were saying—"
"I know Rachel—I've heard all about him; but he's reformed now. And they have no business to tell tales about their masters."
"No mum—or else, they have said some things about Mr. Huntingdon too."
"I won't hear them, Rachel; they tell lies."
