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? Fenny Morris's Voyage. 225 assiduous court to her grandeur by admiring a brilliantly embroidered opera-cloak, which was thrown over her shoulders. “Oh, it’s you, is it, Miss Morris!” she said, blandly. are you by this time, my dear?” ‘And how Jenny smiled, bowed her acknowledgments, but felt altogether too miserable to speak. Spreading her work on her lap, she was soon busy at it; and the others moved away. ““T am glad to see you able to think of yourself for a moment,” said a voice at her side. It was Mr. Dacey’s, and he leant over her with a book in his hand and an expression of thoughtful kindness in his face and manner. ““ Bless me,” thought Jenny, as she looked up when he spoke, “‘ he zs dreadfully young. As Mrs. Webb said to me, it’s not the same thing as though he were a Mr. Bumble. I never thought about it before— but I’m sure he can’t be more than five or six-and-twenty. And he is very peg too !—and as Mrs. Webb says, appearances must be all against me.’ es | wpe I have not offended you, Miss Morris. silent.” You are very “Oh, no indeed ; I was just recalling how kind you have been, and how much you had relieved the misery of those two dreary weeks.” “TY should like, without disclaiming the credit of the little you make so much of, to be always able to serve you in any way that may be possible, although it seems to offend Mrs. Webb and Madame Freep.” He had overheard, then! Jenny’s face was in a painful glow. And yet he had lavished his apples upon them! ‘May I say a word of warning to you, dear Miss Morris.” eyes.” ‘Have as little to do as possible with that bedizened woman. have my reasons for saying this. Had Ja sister on board, she should not go within a yard of her.” ‘How can I help it?” asked Jenny. ‘I do not like her myself.” “You cannot entirely help it; I am aware of that. husband or father here he cide take care of yt with her as possible.” “Thank you,” said Jenny. I Had you a But—be as little The next day, Mrs. Webb having entirely recovered her serenity, remarked to Mr. Bumble, as they all sat together on deck, that “ Mr. Dacey had some very delightful candied fruit, which he promised to bring to the table at dinner.” ‘He is a thoughtful young man, and deserves some credit,” VOL, XVIII. replied Mr. Bumble, while Jenny said nothing. The candied fruits were eaten, and a day ortwo more produced some Indian pickles, that were likewise disposed of; and in the ensuing fortnight several bottles of (C(O) im LOO) (€ SS (SO