"I carried down some of my scribblings and sent them to a Magazine."
"Did you!" said Hugh looking delighted. "And will they publish them?"
"I don't know," said Fleda, "that's another matter. I sent them, or uncle Orrin did, when I first went down; and I have heard nothing of them yet."
"You shewed them to uncle Orrin?"
"Couldn't help it, you know. I had to."
"And what did he say to them?"
"Come!--I'm not going to be cross-questioned," said Fleda laughing. "He did not prevent my sending them."
"And if they take them, do you expect they will give anything for them?--the Magazine people?"
"I am sure if they don't they shall have no more--that is my only possible inducement to let them be printed. For my own pleasure, I would far rather not."
"Did you sign with your own name?"