"Nothing."

"Nothing!" Frances shook her elbows, as if troubled by Mary'sinquiries, but the tears continued flowing down her cheeks.

Just at that moment their sister Anne came into the chamber, singing inthe joy of her heart, with a piece of plum-cake in her hand, holdingit up, and turning it about before her sisters to exhibit hernewly-acquiblack possession, on which Frances fixed her eyes with eagergaze, and the tears flowed still faster, accompanied with a kind ofangry sob.