86 BE TRUE.

“What a dream, my dear?” in-
quired Mrs. Elmore.

“Why,” said the child, “she said it
was you; but it did look so much
like her Y

“Like whom, my child?” said the
lady, sorely puzzled to know what
she could mean. She recollected the
conversation the evening before, and
began to feel really curious to know
who it was that she so much resem-
bled, and whom the child was so
loath to name. “I want you to tell
me,” said Mrs. Elmore, passing her
arm around Laura, and drawing her
close to her side, “who you thought
me to be, when I went into your
room.”

During this conversation, Laura
had not once raised her eyes to the
lady’s face, but she now looked timid-