ernon stepped towards her. Dawn caught her eye, and motioned her to come nearer.
"Are you not lonely here, child?" she asked.
"Lonely? O, no. I am not alone, Miss Vernon, God is here, and I am so full I sing, or I should die. Did you hear me?"
"I did. Who taught you that beautiful chant?"
"No one; it grew in me; just as the flowers grow on the plants."
"I have an instructor here, and one I shall find more interesting than tractable," mused the governess, as she looked upon the child. But Dawn was not learned in one day, as she afterwards found.
The sun sank behind the hills just as they entered the garden together. Dawn missed her father too much to be quite up to her usual point of life, and she went and laid herself down upon a couch in the library, and chatted away the hour before her bedtime. She missed him more than she could tell; and then she thought to herself, "Who can I tell how much I miss my father?"
"Did you ever have any body you loved go away, Mi