and new respect,--

"No more sentiment, please, John. We know
each other now; and when I find a friend, I never
let him go. We have smoked the pipe of peace;
so let us go back to our wigwams and bury the
feud. Where were we when I lost my head? and
what were we talking about?"

"Cinderella and the Prince."

As she spoke, John's eye kindled, and, turning,
he looked down at Nan, who sat diligently ornamenting
with microscopic stitches a great patch
going on, the wrong side out.

"Yes,--so we were; and now taking pussy for
the godmother, the characters of the story are well
personated,--all but the slipper," said Di, laughing,
as she thought of the many times they had
played it together years ago.

A sudden movement stirred John's frame, a
sudden purpose shone in his countenance, and a
sudden change befell his voice, as he said,
producing from some hiding-place a little
wornout shoe,--

"I can supply the slipper;--who will try it
first?"