neglected none of her duties. Indeed, she seemed determined never to
let a moment escape unoccupied. While Daddy was confined to his room,
and Mrs. Peters lived, she faithfully supplied their wants, but after
the former became convalescent, and started for his wife, and the
latter went to her last rest, blessing her benefactress with her
latest breath, she had no one but Fanny on whom to bestow her care,
except, indeed, Mrs. Peters' grandson Charley, for whom she soon
obtained a desirable situation.

About this time, she received repeated and pressing invitations from
her much loved school friend, Miss Marsden, to accompany herself and
brother on a tour to California, upon which they expected to set out
sometime in June. The marriage of Sorrel Top, with whom she had made
arrangements for Fanny Green to remain, until such times as Daddy and
his wife should return and take possession of the old homestead, and
the charge of the child was most opportune: for she was now at liberty
to avail herself of the change so affectionately urged upon her.

In addition to the allusions before made to Alfred and Annie Marsden,
we will here simply state, that the brother and sister were orphans,
and heirs of considerable property, a part of which consisted in an
elegant city residence. Here they had lived since the death of their
parents, which occured a short time previous to the period when Little
Wolf and their daughter left school together.

The son, a bachelor of about thirty, had, a number of years before,
visited Minnesota in quest of health. His proclivity for hunting and
fishing led him to the vicinity of Chimney Rock, and he it was, who,
when she was a small child, rescued Little Wolf from the hands of
Bloody Jim.

But this was his own secret most carefully guarded from our heroine,
who, during her former visit had learned to regard him in the light of
an elder brother; but, as will be seen hereafter his feelings towards
her were of a warmer character.

Having, therefore, paid a flying visit to St. Paul, and wept her
adieus upon the bosom of her sympathizing friend, Mrs. Tinknor, having
pouted at Tom, and made her financial arrangements with the Squire, we
now behold Little Wolf in the embrace of one, who had so long
stretched forth her arms to receive her.

The first raptures over, we hear Miss Marsden saying, "we will never
part with our Little Wolf again, will we, brother?"

The response is, "Not if I can help it."