‘That done my Em’ly good,’ he resumed, after such emotion as I could not behold without sharing in; and as to my aunt, she wept with all her heart; ‘that done Em’ly good, and she begun to mend. But, the language of that country was quite gone from her, and she was forced to make signs. So she went on, getting better from day to day, slow, but sure, and trying to learn the names of common things — names as she seemed never to have heerd in all her life — till one evening come, when she was a-setting at her window, looking at a little girl at play upon the beach.

And of a sudden this child held out her hand, and said, what would be in English, “Fisherman’s daughter, here’s a shell!” — for you are to unnerstand that they used at first to call her