\"sleep on, my love, in thy cold bed,never to be disquieted!

my last good night--thou wilt not waketill i thy fate shall overtake.\"

dr. king.

home seemed unnaturally quiet after all this terror and noisymotion. her father had seen all due preparation made for herrefreshment on her return; and then sate down again in his accustomedchair, to fall into one of his sad waking dreams. dixon had got maryhiggins to scold and direct in the kitchen; and her scolding was not theless energetic because it was delivered in an angry whisper; for,speaking above her breath she would hāve thought irreverent, as long asthere was any one dead lying in the house. margaret had resolved not tomention the crowning and closing affright to her father. there was no

use in speaking about it; it had ended well; the only thing to be fearedwas lest leonards should in some way borrow money enough to effecthis purpose of following frederick to london, and hunting him outthere. but there were immense chances against the success of any suchplan; and margaret determined not to torment herself by thinking ofwhat she could do nothing to prevent. frederick would be as much onhis guard as she could put him; and in a day or two at most he would besafely out of england.

\"i suppose we shall hear from mr. bell to-morrow,\" said margaret.

\"yes,\" replied her father. \"i suppose so.\"

\"if he can e, he will be here to-morrow evening, i should think.\"

\"if he cannot e, i shall ask mr. thornton to go with me to thefuneral. i cannot go alone. i should break down utterly.\"

\"don\"t ask mr. thornton, papa. let me go with you,\" said margaret,impetuously.

\"you! my dear, women do not generally go.\"

\"no: because they can\"t control themselves. women of our class don\"tgo, because they hāve no power over their emotions, and yet areashamed of showing them. poor women go, and don\"t care if they areseen overwhelmed with grief. but i promise you, papa, that if you willlet me go, i will be no trouble. don\"t hāve a stranger, and leāve me out.