THE NEW HOME. 31

to be sociable; but Mary could not so soon be
sociable. She had never been more than a few
miles from her father’s house before, and every-
thing here seemed so strange and so new to her,
that she felt her distance from home and the
change in her condition far more than she had
done when on the wide sea, with no companion
but her uncle. Then her uncle had talked to her
about being soon at home, but now they were at
his home, and Mary thought it could never be
home to her. Her lip began to quiver, and the
tears rushed into her eyes. She remembered
her Maumer, and thought if she had been there,
how she would have thrown herself into her arms
and sobbed out all her sorrows.

Mrs. Lovett saw something of Mary’s feelings,
and thought them very natural. She pitied the
poor motherless child, thus sent away from all
she had ever known, and seating herself, she
drew Mary affectionately to ber, and, placing her
on her lap, said, ‘‘Come sere, my dear little
girl, let me take off your wrappings, and warm
your hands by this fire. You must be very
cold.” Her veice was so soft and gentle that