by and by, mamma?"

"I hope so; -- we will try to have him," said the mother, while
tears gathered now in her grave eyes as her little daughter's
were dried. "But you know, dear Winnie, that God knows best
what is good for dear Governor, and for us; and we must just
ask him to do that, and not what we fancy."

"But mother," said the little girl, "isn't it right for me to
ask him to let Winthrop go to school and learn, as he wants
to?"

"Yes, daughter," said the mother, bending forward till her
face rested on the little brow upturned to her, and the
gathered tears falling, -- "let us thank God that we may ask
him anything -- we have that comfort -- 'In everything, by
prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving,' we may make our
requests known unto him -- only we must be willing after all to
have him judge and choose for us."

The child clasped her mother's neck and kissed her again and
again.

"Then I won't cry any more, mamma, now that I know what the
matter is."

But Elizabeth noticed when Winthrop came in at night, how his
little sister attached herself to his side, and with what a
loving lip and longing eye.

"Your little sister is very fond of you," she could not help
saying, one moment when Winifred had run off.

"Too fond," he said.

"She has a most sensitive organization," said Rufus. "She is
too fond of everything that she loves."

"She is not too fond of _you_," thought Elizabeth, as Winifred
came back to her other brother, with some little matter which
she thought concerned her and him. "'Sensitive organization!'
What queer people these are!"

They were so queer, that Elizabeth thought she would like to
see what was the farming work with which their hands were
filled and which swallowed up the daily life of these people;
and the next day she proposed to go with Winifred when she
went the rounds again with her baskets of dinner. Miss
Cadwallader was glad of any thing that promised a little
variety, so she very willingly made one.

It was a pleasant September day, the great heats gone, a
gentler state of the air and the light; summer was just
falling gracefully into her place behind the advancing autumn.
It was exceeding pleasant walking, through the still air, and
Elizabeth and her cousin enjoyed it. But little Winifred was
loaded down with two baskets, one in each hand. They went so
for some time.

"Winnie," said Elizabeth at last, "give me one of those -- I'll
carry it."

"O no!" said