her good godmother, old Mrs. Admiral Maxwell, only six weeks before she was taken for death. Poor little sweet creature!

Well, she was taken away from evil to come. My own Betsey” (fondling her), “you have not the luck of such a good godmother. Aunt Norris lives too far off to think of such little people as you.”

Fanny had indeed nothing to convey from aunt Norris, but a message to say she hoped that her god-daughter was a good girl, and learnt her book. There had been at one moment a slight murmur in the drawing-room at Mansfield Park about sending her a prayer-book; but no second sound had been heard of such a purpose. Mrs. Norris, however, had gone home and taken down two old prayer-books of her husband with that idea; but, upon examination, the ardour of generosity went off.