was so much radiance about it, and yet such an expression of immovable will; it seemed as much out of the ordinary course of human smiles as a cold sunbeam would out of the ordinary course of nature. At last the party divided, and the two old ladies, wearing very dissatisfied faces, walked slowly away with the majority, leaving Fanny Lane and one other young woman alone in the seats. As the discomfited elderly people passed the tier where John still stood, leaning with his arms folded, watching in feigned carelessness the whole scene, one said to the other:—
"It 's perfectly absurd, Maria, the way you spoil that girl."
A look of fretful impatience passed over Maria's face as she replied:—
"It 's all very fine to talk about spoiling, Jane. You know as well as I do, that if Fanny makes up her mind to do a thing, she 's going to do it, come what will; and as for my saying 'must' or 'mus n't' to her, I know better than to try that. She 's just like her father."
"Well, I reckon she 's your own child," answered Jane, "and my child should mind me. I know that much," and the party passed on.
John Bassett smiled. He liked the picture of the fair girl triumphing always. He felt already that it was her right. Before the smile had died off his face, the old ladies came hurrying back; they had noticed his grave, honest, clear-eyed face
