190 THE COUSINS.

any one else had discovered who he was, Mary had
sprung with a glad ery into his arms. It was Mr.
Mowbray. For a few seconds, Mary and he could
think only of each other. When at length he placed
her on the floor to give his hands to his friends, a
strange voice was heard exclaiming, “ Bless my
soul, how de chile grow!” and Mary turned quickly
to throw her arms around Maumev’s neck, and kiss
her again and again. Lucy looked on with sur-
prise ; for, less accustomed to negroes than Mary
was, their appearance was disagrecable to her,
and, having only been acquainted with hired
nurses, she could not understand the strong at-
tachment existing between her cousin and the
faithful old servant who had always taken care of
her.

It was hearing of Lucy’s condition which had
brought Mr. Mowbray to New York thus unex-
pectedly. He had urged on Mr. Lovett the ad-
vantages of a warm climate for a disease such ag
hers, and had affectionately invited him to bring
his whole family south for the winter. Mr. Lo-
vett had replied that, sensible as he was of the
Yenefits of a sea-voyage and warmer temperature