"But, father," said Fanny, "you will let Julia go, of course. Uncle knows I do not intend to go, and consequently will think nothing of that; and there is no reason why Julia should not go to New Orleans, and I to New York. Now, say we may; that’s a dear father." "I s’pose I’ll have to, honey," answered Mr. Middleton; "but if I can see ahead an inch, you’re bitin’ your own nose off by sending Tempest to New Orleans without you." Afterward Fanny remembered this speech, and understood it, too; but now she was prevented from giving it a thought by her father, who continued, "Doesn’t that Cameron chap live some’us in New York?" There was no reason for it, but Fanny blushed deeply as she replied, "Yes, sir; Mr. Cameron lives in New York City; but I am not going to see him." "Mebby not," answered her father; "but my name ain’t Josh if he won’t be on the lookout for you. And ’twixt us, darling, now the doctor’s sarved you such a scaly trick, I shouldn’t pitch and drive much if I heard that you and Cameron were on good terms." "That will never, never be," answered Fanny. "I shall always live at home with you and mother." "You are a blessed daughter," said Mr. Middleton, "and I hope there’s better fortin in store for you than to stay hived up with us two old crones; and I can’t help thinkin’ that you’ll have Dr. Lacey yet, or somebody a heap better. Now go to bed, child, for your eyes are gettin’ red like, and heavy." Fanny obeyed and retired to her room, where she found Julia sitting up and waiting for her. As soon as Fanny appeared she began, "Fan, you are a real good girl. I was pleased to hear you talk. Nobody but you could have done anything with the old heathen." "What are you talking about?" asked Fanny. "Why," said Julia, "I had my head out of the window, listening all the time, and overheard what you said. Once I trembled for fear father would take it into his head not to let me go any way; but you fixed it all right, and I thank you for it." As Fanny made no answer, Julia continued, "I heard, too, all about Frank Cameron. Now, Fan, I know he admires you, and I really hope you’ll not be silly enough to discourage him. I shall expect you to write that you have become Mrs. Cameron." "Will you please, Julia, say no more on that subject," said Fanny. "I do not suppose Frank Cameron has any particular regard for me; if he has it will do no good."