ere's your tea-
kettle?"

"I don't know. _I_ have never had it yet, Winnie."

"Never had a tea-kettle?"

"No."

"Then how do you do, Winthrop?"

"I do without," he said lightly. "Can't you?"

"Do without a tea-kettle!"

"Yes."

"But how do you make tea and coffee?"

"I don't make them."

"Don't you have tea and coffee?"

"No, except when somebody else makes it for me."

"I'll make it for you, Winthrop!"

"No, Winnie -- I don't want you to have it any more than
myself."

"But Winthrop -- I can't drink water!"

"I think you can -- if I want you to."

"_I won't_," was in Winnie's heart to say; it did not get to her
lips. With a very disturbed and unsettled face, she saw her
brother quietly and carefully supply her plate -- the ham and
the eggs and the bread and the butter, -- and then Winnie
jumped up and came to his arms to cry; the other turn of
feeling had come again. He let it have its way, till she had
wept out her penitence and kissed her acknowledgment of it,
and then she went back to her seat and her plate and betook
herself to her breakfast. Before much was done with it,
however, Mrs. Nettley and Mr. Inchbald came to the door; and
being let in, overwhelmed them with kind reproaches and
welcomes. Winnie was taken down stairs to finish her breakfast
_with_ tea and coffee; and Winthrop leaving her in hands that he
knew would not forget their care of her, was free to go about
his other cares, with what diligence they might require.

That same morning, before she had left her own room, Miss Haye
was informed that a black girl wished to speak with her. Being
accordingly ordered up, said black girl presented herself. A
comely wench, dressed in the last point of neatness, though
not by any means so as to set off her good accidents of
nature. Nevertheless they could not be quite hid; no more than
a certain air of abundant capacity, for both her own business
and other people's. She came in and dropped a curtsey.

"Who are you?" said Elizabeth.

"I am Clam, ma'am."

"Clam!" said Elizabeth. "O, are you Clam? Where have you come
from?"

"From the boat, last place, ma'am."

"Boat! what boat?"

"The boat what goes with wheels and comes down the river,"
said Clam lucidly.

"Oh! -- And have you just come down?"

"We was comin' down all yesterday and last night, ma'am."

"_Who_ were coming?"

"Mr. Winthrop Landholm, and Winifred, and me."

"Winifred and you," said Elizabeth. "And did he s