"Oh, please, sir, I'd rather be the little girl. I"--with a pathetic
tremble in her voice, "I'm barely twenty yet, and I've never had much of
a girlhood."
The little cry, right from her heart, sent a thrill through every one;
and there was not a person in the room, even to careless Molly, who did
not, then and there, resolve that whatever was in their power should be
done to bring that brightness into her life, in which it had been so
greatly lacking. Robert Glendenning sought his aunt's eyes, and in his
she saw an indomitable resolution, while in hers he read a sudden
yielding, which made his heart leap with joy; for he knew no step could
be a happy one for him which did not meet with her full approval.
The rest of the evening passed swiftly and merrily away, Sara once more
in her plain black dress, modestly bearing her part in the bright,
animated conversation, in which even the children were interested, as
well as instructed. When they separated to their homes, Robert said,--
"Miss Sara, with your permission, I will walk home with you; I want to
see where you live, and besides, there are a good many lawless students
on the street to-night."
"And won't we see you again, Mr. Glendenning?" asked his hostess.
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