smile I ever see on Cicely's face,--

"But do you not think, that, as I lie on my warm, soft couch at night, my
heart is wrung by a keener pang than that drunkard's wife can ever know? I
can lie and think that by my means, my wealth, I am making just such homes
as that, making just such broken hearts, just such starving children,
filling just such paupers' graves,--laying up a long store of curses and
judgments, for my boy's inheritance. And I am powerless to do any thing
but suffer."

And she opened the door, and walked right out. And Mr. Post stood and
smiled till we got to the bottom of the stairs.

"Good-afternoon, _good_-afternoon, my clear madam, call again; happy
to see you--_Good_-afternoon."

Wall, Cicely went right to bed the minute we got home; and she never eat a
mite of supper, only drinked a cup of tea, and thanked me so pretty for
bringin' it to her.

And there was such a sad and helpless, and sort of a outraged, look in her
pretty brown eyes, some as a noble animal might have, who wus at bay with
the cruel hunters all round it. And so I told Josiah after I went down-
stairs.

And the boy overheard me, and asked me 87 questions about "a animal at
bay," and what kind of a bay it was--was it the bay to a barn? or on the
water? or--

Oh my land! my land! How I did suffer!