BE TRUE. 33

The next morning Mr. Wingate
spoke kindly to his little daughter ;
but he looked thoughtful, and made
no reference to the last evening's
conversation. That day Laura call-
ed on her friend and adopted mother,
good Mrs. Page. Every grief of her
young heart, since the death of her
mother, had been poured into the ear
of this faithful friend, and it cannot
be supposed that the bitter one: of
the last evening was withheld. Mrs.
Page listened with evident anxiety,
and as Laura spoke of her father’s
altered manner, she sighed heavily,
and a tear rose to her eye.

“My dear Laura,” said she, “T
think that I understand it all; but
I cannot tell: you at present. You
need strength, my child, for a new
trial: all that oe need will be