all we repine or even regret, unless it is on their account?
surely, my dear Emma, not on our own."

"I feel the truth of all you say, Mary," replied Emma; "nay, all that
you have now said passed in my own mind, and I have argued to myself in
almost the same words, but I fear that I am not quite so much of a
philosopher as you are; and, acknowledging that what you say is correct,
I still have the same feeling--that is, I wish that I had not received
the letter from Miss Paterson."

"In that wish there can be no harm, for it is only wishing that you may
not be tempted to repine."

"Exactly, my dear Mary; I am a daughter of Eve," replied Emma, laughing,
and rising from her seat; "I will put away Miss Paterson's letter, and I
daresay in a day or two shall have forgotten all about it. Dear Alfred,
how glad I am that he is promoted; I shall call him Lieutenant Campbell
till he is sick of it. Come, Mary, or we shall be keeping my uncle
waiting; come, Juno."

Emma's calling Juno to follow her, reminds me that I have not yet
introduced the dogs to my little readers, and as they will have to play
their parts in our history, I may as well do so at once. Captain
Sinclair, it may be remembered, had procured five dogs for Mr Campbell
from the officers of the fort,--two terriers, which were named Trim and
Snob; Trim was a small dog and kept in the house, but Snob was a very
powerful bull-terrier, and very savage; a fox-hound bitch, the one which
Emma had just called Juno; Bully, a very fine young bull-dog, and
Sancho, an old pointer. At night, these dogs were tied up; Juno in the
store-house; Bully and Snob at the door of the house within the
palisade; Trim indoors, and old Sancho at the lodge of Malachi Bone,
where the cows were put in at night. Mr Campbell found it rather
expensive at first feeding these dogs, but as soon as Martin and his
companions brought home game, there was always plenty for them all.
They were all very sharp and high-couraged dogs, for they had been born
in the fort and had been brought up to hunting every kind of game
indiscriminately; and I need hardly add that they were excellent
watch-dogs, and considered by Mr Campbell as a great protection. For
the next two days, the family remained rather unsettled; there was so
much news in the newspapers; so many recollections brought up by their
perusal; so much to talk about and discuss, that very little work was
done. The weather, however, was now becom