ABSTRACT
Dear generous Miranda wanted Mamma and me to go to the sea, and, in order to manage this, she wished to give up her visit to the Durrants this year. But I soon showed her how much happier I am here, and now she will go with a free heart, as Mamma is going to Weybridge. Is it not a beautiful thing to see people going forth in the strength of joyous hearts and bright hopes, and does not one sympathize with them more fully if one sees them through the mist of falling tears?
