56 THE SILVER LAKE STORIES.

As soon as I found that Mrs. Caswell
was the lady she was to live with, I
recollected what Maggy had said, “ her
eyes, you know!” I had seen Mrs.
Caswell, and I never looked at her
eyes without thinking how they would
glare if she was angry. She certainly
had an awful pair of eyes, and I did
not wonder that poor little Maggy’s
heart failed her when she thought of
them.

This was the last I saw of little
Maggy till about two years since, when
I paid her a visit in her own house, and
heard from her own lips her history
from the time she left me in the stage