of Joy, exclaimed.

" Sir George, Sir George, she is not only Eliza our""adopted Daughter, but our real Child."

" Our real Child! What Lady Harcourt, do you mean? "" You know you never even was with child. Explain ""yourself, I beseech you."

" You must remember Sir George that when you""sailed for America, you left me breeding."

" I do, I do, go on dear Polly."

" Four months after you were gone, I was""delivered of this Girl, but dreading your just""resentment at her not proving the Boy you ""wished I took her to a Haycock & laid her down. ""a few weeks afterwards, you returned, & fortunately "" for me, made no enquiries on the subject. Satis:"":fied within myself of the wellfare of my Child, I"