"Why, Walter, yes you will; father will be so disappointed. I believe he anticipates it even more than I." "But your grandmother," he suggested, and Jessie rejoined: "Don’t mind grandma; she’s always fidgetty if anybody looks at me, but when she sees that we really and truly are brother and sister, she’ll get over it." There was a tremulous tone in Jessie’s voice, as she said this, and it fell very sweetly on Walter’s ear, for it said to him that he might possibly be something more than a brother to the beautiful girl who stood before him with blushing cheeks and half-averted eyes. "Jessie, Jessie!" called Mrs. Bartow from the house, and Jessie ran in to finish packing her trunks and don her traveling dress. Once, as Aunt Debby slipped into her satchel a paper of "doughnuts and cheese, to save buying a dinner," Jessie could not forbear saying: "Oh, Aunt Debby! I think I know that Charlotty Gregory, who used to live in Leicester. She’s Mrs. Reeves now, and the greatest lady in New York; rides in her carriage with colored coachman and footman in livery, wears a host of diamonds, and lives in a brownstone house up town." "Wall, if I ever," Aunt Debby exclaimed, sitting down in her surprise on Mrs. Bartow’s bonnet. "Reeves was the name, come to think. Drives a nigger, did you say? She used to be as black as one herself, but a clever, lively gal for all of that. With her first earnin’s in the factory she bought her mother a calico gown, and her sister Betsey a pair of shoes." "Betsey," repeated Jessie, turning to her grandmother, "that must be Mrs. Reeves’ invalid sister, whom Charlotte calls Aunt Lizzie. Very few people ever see her." "Wa’n’t over bright," whispered Aunt Debby, continuing aloud: "How I’d like to see Miss Reeves once more. Give her my regrets, and tell her if I should ever come to the city I shall call on her; but she mustn’t feel hurt if I don’t. I’m getting old fast." Jessie laughed aloud as she fancied Mrs. Reeves’ amazement at receiving Aunt Debby’s regrets, and as the omnibus was by that time at the door, she hastened her preparations, and soon stood at the gate, bidding her friends good-by. For an instant Walter held her hand in his, but his manner was constrained, and Jessie bit her lip to keep back the tears which finally found a lodgment on Ellen’s neck. The two young girls were tenderly attached, and both wept bitterly at parting, Jessie crying for Ellen and Walter, too, and Ellen for Jessie and the man whom she, ere long, would meet. "What shall I tell Will for you?" Jessie asked, leaning from the omnibus and looking in Ellen’s face, which had never been so white and thin before. From the maple tree above her head a withered leaf came rustling down, and fell upon Ellen’s hair. Brushing it away, she answered mournfully: "Tell him the leaves are beginning to fade."