Meantime she sang: her song was — “In the days when we went gipsying, / A long time ago." I had often heard the song before, and always with lively delight; for Bessie had a sweet voice, — at least, I thought so.

It is the most vile, foolish, absurd, palpable, and ridiculous escutcheon that ever this eye survised

in by descent; in by purchase; in of the seisin of her husband

The little coquetries, which are as natural to a gay young girl as her laughter, were all in full play, and had she gone no further no harm would have been done.