"Caroline, you look as if you had heard good tidings," said Moore, after earnestly gazing at her for some minutes.
"Do I?"
"I sent for you this evening that I might be cheered; but you cheer me more than I had calculated."
"I am glad of that. And I really cheer you?"
"You look brightly; move buoyantly; speak musically."
"It is pleasant to be here again."
"Truly it is pleasant: I feel it so. And to see health on your cheek, and hope in your eye, is pleasant, Cary: but what is this hope, and what is the source of this sunshine I perceive about you?"
"For one thing, I am happy in mama: I love her so much, and she loves me. Long and tenderly she nursed me; now, when her care has made me well, I can occupy myself for and with her all the day. I say it is my turn to attend to her; and I do attend to her: I am her waiting-woman, as well as her child: I like—you would laugh if you knew what pleasure I have in making dresses and sewing for her. She looks so nice now, Robert: I will not let her be old-fashioned. And then, she is charming to talk to: full of wisdom; ripe in judgment; rich in information; exhaustless in stores her observant faculties have quietly amassed. Every day that I live with her, I like her better; I esteem her more highly; I love her more tenderly.
"That for one thing, then, Cary, you talk in such
