PERSEVERE AND PROSPER.

his mamma's picture, and he hardly dared
go near.

“ Arthur, where are you? will you not
come to me? do you know who I am?”
and she moved her hand about gently, as if
she were feeling for him. Then Arthur
went quite close and kissed her, but he
could not speak, he felt very much as if he
were going to cry. It seemed such a dread-
fal thing that beautiful Auntie Mimmic
could not see. However he was afraid she
would guess what he was thinking of, so he
swallowed his tears, and kissed her again,
and said, “Oh, yes, I know who you are.
Fanny loves you very much !”

“Yes, love, and I love Fanny, and I shall
love you too, because I hear you are a kind,
honest boy—you speak like a good fellow.”

“Ts he one, Fanny?” she added laughing
and stroking Fanny’s head, as it lay on her
shoulder. But still Fanny did not speak.
She seemed to tremble, and Arthur was just
going to pull her up by force and ask her if
she were ill, when a bell was heard ringing.

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