blue eyes, the vivacity and
expression of which seem to penetrate to the bottom of your heart, and
to guess every thought.'

'From this picture,' said Gustavus, 'I foresee that, if I discover the
unknown belle, I shall be repaid for my trouble on beholding her. Rely
upon my wish to serve thee, no less than the person in whom I already
sensibly feel so many charms are blended to admire.'

Gustavus exerted every effort to meet with the beauty in the green hat,
the description of whom was engraven on his heart no less than on his
memory. He sought her at all the public walks, theatres, balls,
concerts, and, in short, every private society in Paris, yet could not
possibly discover the slightest or most distant trace of her.

A month had elapsed when Emmelina, on her return from taking a walk,
found upon her work-table a white silk basket, ornamented with
embroidery, which, she was informed by her waiting-maid, was brought by
a careful person. Not doubting it came from the amiable Clotilde, she
opened the basket in her mother's presence, and found it contained every
species of sweetmeat accompanied by a polite note, wherein the stranger
mentioned having been a god-mother, and, loaded with presents, she had
adopted Emmelina's maxim, which never was obliterated from her
remembrance, and which she had actually worked in golden letters in
front of the basket, with a bunch of cherries, ornamented with leaves,
in embroidery--viz.: '_The happiness of sharing with others that which
we possess enhances the value of its enjoyment._'

This tasty specimen of ingenuity created the most pleasing and grateful
sensations in the breasts of the Clinville family, who, though
distressed beyond measure at receiving so many anonymous gifts, by the
manner in which they were offered were obliged to accept them. Emmelina
and Gustavus therefore hesitated not to partake of the various and
delicious confectionery with which the basket seemed entirely filled,
but great was their surprise to discover underneath the sweetmeats
half-a-dozen elegant fans, six dozen pairs of gloves, and, lastly, a
beautiful white cashmere shawl with a broad border highly and elegantly
finished.

'I cannot,' said Emmelina, 'think of wearing these rich articles without
knowing from whom they come; simple cherries, offered with a truly
hearty welcome, do not merit such considerable presents.'

'I commend thy discretion,' said Madame de Clinville to her; 'every
instance