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 us absorbed in books, which they feel to be a sort of treachery.

"It is St. Martin's own fault," said I," he never comes to see me nowadays, though he has half his cloak to wear, and so I forgot all about him. Out of sight out of mind! You must keep yourself before people's eyes, you know, my daughter, if you want to be remembered."

"There is no need to tell me that; I don't let folks forget me."

"True enough, you are easy to see and hear as a general thing, but this morning you were as still as a mouse; I miss our usual quarrel, come over here and begin."

She would not even turn her head, but answered, "I have given up, there is no use talking to you!"

I looked at her as she sat stitching away with her mouth obstinately set; she really looked sad, so I began to be sorry that I had got the better of her." Come here, dear, and give me a kiss; I may forget Martin, but never his namesake. Come, I have a present here for you."

"You have some trick up your sleeve."

"No, no, on my word, come and see what I have for you."

"I am too busy."