I was a baby."

"Why," said the cooper's wife a little puzzled, "she appears to have
thought of you ever since, with a good deal of affection."

"Is it wicked," asked Ida, after a pause, "not to like those that
like us?"

"What makes you ask?"

"Because, somehow or other, I don't like this Mrs. Hardwick at all,
for all she was my old nurse, and I don't believe ever shall."

"Oh yes, you will," said Mrs. Crump, "when you find she is exerting
herself to give you pleasure."

"Am I going to-morrow morning with Mrs. Hardwick?"

"Yes. She wanted you to go to-day, but your clothes were not in
order."

"We shall come back at night, sha'n't we?"

"I presume so."

"I hope we shall," said Ida, decidedly, "and that she won't want me
to go with her again."

"Perhaps you will think differently when it is over, and you find
you have enjoyed yourself better than you anticipated."