14 
THE SEA-SERPENT. 
come some day next week, that difficult passage in 
u Norma ” to learn. So he whistled an air, and 
tuned a string, as Miss Wood approached and 
demanded when he was coming that little song to 
bring, that he wrote for her in the woodland 
glen. “ You would n’t care if you heard it ? ” 
“ No, do sing it.” “ Yes, some time, not to¬ 
night, for I rather think I must go below, I’ve 
a cold.” “ Well, really, it must be slight, for you 
never before sung half so well as you did just now 
in c Twilight Dews.’ You know, Miss Prince, 
and you, Miss Bell, how well he sung, — now 
don’t refuse.” “ But pray, Miss Wood, say how 
can I, who keep, as you say, such poor time, to 
dare to please you even try , — for now you ’ll 
scold both tune and rhyme ? Ah ! here ’s my 
sister ; she will do better than I should think of 
doing. I feel, like indigo, somewhat blue, but 
Sue will sing without much suing.” 
Sue Forbes!—can pen and ink reveal the 
lovely shapes that haunt the earth, and through 
our morning visions steal, with smiles of love and 
