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Title: Glen Luna, or, Dollars and cents
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Title: Glen Luna, or, Dollars and cents
Alternate Title: Dollars and cents
Physical Description: viii, 524, 16 p., 6 leaves of plates : col. ill. ; 17 cm
Language: English
Creator: Warner, Anna Bartlett, 1824-1915
James Nisbet and Co. (London, England) ( Publisher )
James Ballantyne and Co ( Printer )
Publisher: J. Nisbet & Co.,
J. Nisbet & Co.
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Ballantyne and Company.
Publication Date: 1875
Copyright Date: 1875
Edition: New ed.
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Wealth -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Stepmothers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Sick -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Clergy -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1875   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1875
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novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Scotland -- Edinburgh
General Note: Publisher's catalogue follows text.
Statement of Responsibility: by Amy Lothrop.
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"Penny, whence camest thou? Penny, whither goest thou ? And, Penny,
when wilt thou return?"-OLD ENGLISH PROVERB.





VI. TEACUPS, 0 . 36
XIV. TONGUES, .. 127
XV. FIRE,. 135


XXXI. PUPILS, .. 294
OUT, 408



"'Tis far off;
And rather like a dream, than an assurance,
That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
Four or five women once that tended me ? "
I WAS but a young thing, not yet
Standing with reluctant feet,
Where the brook and river meet,
Womanhood and childhood fleet "-
when there came a change in our outward circumstances.
During my first years, we had enjoyed what some of our
ancestors had toiled for; and my father, after each day's
soaring and diving into philosophy and science, walked
about our garden in silk stockings, and with a rose in his
mouth,-at that time I was a little thing that the rose-
bushes looked down upon. And I looked up to them, with
admiring eyes that often went higher still, and took in the
straw-hat that Mr Howard wore of an afternoon: certainly
that hat was a miracle for all purposes of shade and adorn-
Our winters were spent in town, and in the long evenings
I, perched on a chair by my father, studied with him the
last engravings which he had sent home, wondering at the
strange German and French names which he pronounced so


easily, and sometimes hiding them with my hand, to test
his skill or recollection. Pleasant little unbound packages !
-pleasant to me still is the thought of their brown and
yellow covers as they lay piled on the pier-table, whither
my feet made frequent journeys, as bundle after bundle was
exhausted. And Kate would look up from her studies and
"Another one already !-why, how fast you get on to-
night !"
And I would reply-
"Oh, it's only St Bruno, and we didn't want to see
Then at other times there was talk--often above my
comprehension, and where I could only amuse myself with
the different looks and tones of the speakers; with Kate's
earnestness and my father's coolness, and with Mrs Howard's
smile at them both, and at my listening face. If my father
caught sight of this last, he would often end the lesson he
was giving with some laughing remark to me.
"It is well you are a little younger than Kate, Gracie, or
I should do nothing but answer questions."
And to reward my close attention, he would give us a
long account of some one of his favourite shells-where it
was found, and how it was obtained, and what its former
inhabitant lived on,-or now and then a mineral was the
text; but there I soon lost footing again, between the crust
of the earth and its different strata. And yet, though my
thoughts could grasp but very little of such subjects, they
seldom came down without some token of where they had
been-a kind of stepping-stone for the next effort.
"To labour, and to be content with what a man hath, is
a sweet life," says some wise proverb : of the first clause
we had then no experience, but for a time we did prove the
second, and the conclusion.
Then came the years of speculation, when money seemed
as inexhaustible as the gold of California, and far more
easily come by. No labour nor content now; the bargain
of yesterday sold for five thousand dollars advance to-day,


with almost as little ceremony as in the Irishman's Done
and done, is enough between two jantlemen."
I thought and cared little about the matter, even the
tangible part of it; though I certainly found it pleasant to
ride to Levy's, and see muslins and silks bought for me;
and also to pay as many visits as I liked to the candy shops;
but I had never felt the want of money, and knew not its
value-even so much as a child may know. It seems
strange to me now, to think of accounts at the bank-of
the time when cheques cost but a scratch of my father's
pen. As I have said, there came a change.
It came, and was at work some time before it reached
my understanding; and the tokens of its progress puzzled
and sometimes disturbed me-giving a sort of check like a
handful of earth thrown on a young plant's head. But the
impulse of life and spirits was too strong; and after a few
minutes the shoot would push its way through the encum-
bering soil, and shake off the last particle from its un-tear-
wet leaves.
"Mamma," I said on one of these occasions, that man
must have sent home the wrong handkerchiefs-these aren't
near so fine as my last set."
I know they are not, Gracie," she answered.
The words struck me with a sort, of surprise. That my
stepmother should have done a thing of intent, was as
much as to say, that thing was best to do; and an undefined
half realisation of the truth took away all desire of further
information-I asked not another word. And Mrs Howard
quietly left the lesson to time's teaching.
That was in the beginning of our descent; I had yet to
get used to it. Now, on looking back, I feel as if we had
come like a child slipping down hill, afraid to let ourselves
go, and catching at every bush to stop our progress; but
that, if we had come straight to the bottom, it would have
hurt us less than we imagined, and we should the sooner
have got breath to go up again. For even in temporal
things, the valley of humiliation is far more pleasant than
the side-hill which leads to it. Yet I do not mean to


regret what is passed; the shock has perhaps been less-
the wholesome discipline and experience, greater.
Let me go back for a moment to the time when our feet
began to lose ground, softly, softly ; when we laid hold of
a great tree that we thought would sustain us, finding too
late that its top spread further than its roots ; ere I tell how
that tree loosened and loosened, and finally brought us to
the foot of the hill. It did not fall on top of us-that was
one comfort ; neither strength nor hope was quite destroyed.
"And, indeed," says Bunyan, of the valley, it is a fruitful
soil, and doth bring forth by handfuls."
Gently the wind swept over the snow-covered streets;
gently the firelight brightened and faded, brightened and
faded on the ceiling of the last parlour where we sat as rich
people; while my father was conning one of a half dozen
evening papers, and pencils and books occupied other heads
and hands that were about the table. Suddenly broke forth
the following advertisement :--
"For sale-A large property on the banks of Lake Luna,
consisting of meadow, farm, and woodland-splendid sites
for country-seats, unrivalled water-power, &c. &c. &c. The
scenery and salubrity of this celebrated place cannot be
surpassed. Roads of the greatest variety and excellence
afford opportunity for driving and equestrian exercise;
while pedestrians will find a never-failing source of delight
in the romantic strolls about the neighbourhood.
"Fish and game abound in every direction; and the near
vicinity of the Honiton turnpike (one of the finest in the
country), renders it easy for gentlemen who are so disposed,
to attend to their business in other places.
The neighbourhood is eminently moral.
"A celebrated physician has been induced, rather from
regard to the mental than bodily wants of his friends, to
locate in their midst ; and although there is as yet but one
church within ten miles, other denominations will no doubt
find it for their advantage to share so interesting a region.
"It is also in contemplation to erect a College in Ethan


"The present proprietor, being obliged to go to Europe,
is desirous of curtailing his business and responsibilities
in this country; and would dispose of the above grounds
on terms that could not fail to render them a profitable
Apply to R. H. M'Loon, Wall Street, New York."
"Why, that is the very place!" said my father.
What place ?"
Why, the place that brother Ned is so anxious to have
me buy-that he says could be made so productive. He
has been writing of nothing else for the last two months."
"And why should you buy it ? pursued Mrs Howard,
with a woman's desire to know the what for-even of a
"Why?-Oh, Ned says the purchase-money could be
doubled in no time; and I daresay he is right. I presume
it would make my fortune."
Mrs Howard smiled one of those smiles that are half a
sigh, and her eye glanced round the room. A superb coal fire,
and an equally superb Carcelle lamp, shone upon Turkey
carpets, damask curtains, and sofas, chandeliers, carved
furniture, pictures, shells, and statues ; while between the
windows a second fire and lamp seemed to gleam and blaz,
in the long mirror, and called forth a reflection even from
the far end of the next room. Make my fortune "
Well ? said my father, as the quiet eye came back from
its survey. "Well ?-what now ? "
"I was thinking," replied my stepmother, "of what some-
body said to Alexander."
"Fiddle-de-dee said my father; "but at that rate no-
body would ever speculate."
Another slight smile, a half sorrowful shake of the head,
answered this remark, and my father seemed a little posed.
"To be sure," he said, thoughtfully, the place is larger
than I like-some thousand acres, I believe-and would
need a good deal of attention and outlay. Well, we shall
see; I will talk to Ned about it; but I always thought you
would like a country-seat again."


From thence the tide of fortune left the shore,
And ebb'd much faster than it flow'd before."
THE man who, getting frightened when half across a river,
turned about and swam back, has been more laughed at
than he deserved; for there is always at least a question of
shores, and the remnant of that strength which will suffice
to reach either, may be much the most available on one.
It is possible to rest and recruit, where enterprise would be
Had we followed this renowned example, and turned our
backs upon Fortune when she took leave of us, we should
have been-I don't know what-it is impossible now to say;
but we should not have been the possessors of Glen Luna.
Like wise people, we pushed on, and entered the diggings "
with neither the proper utensils nor the means and skill to
procure and use them.
One precautionary measure we did take-we sold our
town house-as soldiers burn ships which have brought
them where they are to conquer or die. It was not quite
for the same reason; but the times are changed now, in
earnest, and as we could not keep all, of course we chose
the new. How far this desired possession had made it
needful to part with most things else, perhaps no one
guessed but Mrs Howard; nor do I now know. One thing
was certain-we were to leave Philadelphia, and because
we must.
Various were the opinions of people about us and our


private arrangements; and my father's regard to them was
as steadily cool and careless. In the first place, he merely
meant to go for the summer; and had that not been so,
with the glowing visions he had in prospect, Mr Howard
would have said-
"No shame to stoupe one's head, more high to reare;
And much to gain, a litel for to yield."

Shame !-that found no place in my father's mind, with
such a police as his own honour and self-respect; and if he
had been to try his hand at daily labour instead of a new
speculation, he would have walked as erect, and looked
people in the face as unshrinkingly. He had no fear of
losing himself anywhere.
Mrs Willet declared his conduct was "noble! noble!"-
a speech I could make nothing of, for I understood but
partially the reasons of that conduct. It seemed a small
piece of self-denial to give up one house for another; and
as my imagination had already supplied Glen Luna with
chickens, cats, and flowers-three tribes that flourish but
ill in a city-I thought we were like to gain as many
pleasures as we should lose. But sense and appreciation
were quickened as the last weeks came, and I knew them
to be the last, and felt them going !
Stephanie Holbrook, a somewhat quicksilver ward of my
father's, was to spend our moving-time with her aunt, Mrs
Eustace ; and as Kate had not been well, it was agreed that
she should go too, and escape the confusion. While they
remained, nothing was stirred nor taken leave of. Yes,
there was one exception. Kate and I had a farewell drive,
and stood watching the quick feet of our receding ponies
as they trotted round the corner, with a feeling of sadness
that would perhaps have been deeper, had we known how
many a long day would pass before their successors appeared
at Glen Luna. But, at all events, these were old friends;
and we had seen them toss their heads and kick their feet
over the traces, till we felt well acquainted. Perhaps, too,
the young hearts felt what the young reason could not quite


follow out and define-some shadowy if; as though other
of our comforts were beginning to trot off in a cloud of dust.
Certainly we both entered the house feeling very sober; and
I began to cling more closely to all we were to part with.
"It is good that we can keep our saddle-horses," Kate
said, with a half sigh; "I should be sorry to think we
should never mount Puck and Mopsa again. But papa
says he shall make us ride a great deal, Gracie."
I assented, with that qualifying breath of which I was
learning the use ; but the house did not regain its old look.
Neither was there any other look to brighten it. There
was altogether too much resolution about my father; he
could not have come down to common intercourse, if he had
had time. Mrs Howard was too busy and too anxious;
and Kate's untutored foot tried too hard to keep step with
my father's. Stephanie chose her own way of expressing
her thoughts.
"Do you suppose, Kate," she would say, that we shall
have any occasion for kid gloves '3 che backwoods ? Or
what do you think of our speculating a little-selling all
our laces and buying linen collars ? a great many more than
we want, but still very useful. I don't know whether
Mechlin and Valenciennes will be quite becoming in
farmers' daughters."
A very decided refusal of this last title was expressed by
Kate, without words.
"You may be as scornful as you please, my dear-it's
true. I don't know what the women wear, but you'll not
see a coat in that region that isn't made of baize, nor a pair
of pantaloons of anything but velveteen."
"I shall not see many of them," was Kate's cool rejoinder.
Other people, however, took up the same notion; and we
were favoured with more than one speech of warning and
condolence ; but they went for little, because, as we said, no
one had any right to make them. Meanwhile the season
stood not still, and by the time spring was half gone, Mrs
Eustace came for her visitors. That was the breaking-up
day ; after it, the sooner we went the better.


It did not look like breaking up; the April sun shone
very fairly, and all the imprisoned birds in the street sang
their gratitude for the imaginary freedom they enjoyed
outside the brick walls; or rather that the wires which
kept them in were passable to sunbeams. So were not the
dark lines which had ranged themselves around me; I had
treasured up all my regrets for that day, and there was not
one of them wanting. From that chief one, the parting
with Kate, the rest seemed to stretch away in perspective.
I said good-bye to Stephanie, and saw her get into the
carriage, unmoved; but when Kate, ready dressed for her
journey, came down-stairs, and pausing in the hall, took
one look at the drawing-room--one last survey of the
things we had loved and the place where we had been so
happy-I felt a degree of sorrow that surprises me even now;
and when she slowly turned away and passed out of the
front door, I felt that we had quitted our home-the after
dismantling would be a less matter-the crisis was passed.
And yet it was a trial to see our beautiful rooms, where
taste, and fancy, and wealth, had been so effective, stripped
of all their adornments; to have the associations, which
like sprites lurked in the folds of the window curtains,
perched on the chandeliers, and peeped at us from statues
and vases, scattered and driven away into the cold world
of strangers. Poor little sprites they come round me
now, once in a while. Even the things we were to take
with us seemed to share the general air of confiscation; it
was hard to realise that we were to see them again, or to
believe that they could look the same when taken out of
their rough boxes and set down in a new place."
Then the furniture to be sold must be examined and dis-
played; and this latter duty fell upon me.
How did I feel the lines of my face change, as with a childish
feeling of dignity, and grave as was ever bearded senator, I
obeyed my father's summons to the drawing-room, and went
through all the mysteries of drawers, and cushions, and
strings, and locks-of which Mr Howard knew about as
much as most men.


These strangers were not of those who "walk as friends,"
they had bought our house, and now wished to buy some of
its contents-it never seemed to occur to them that it was
not quite the same thing as going to a cabinetmaker's. They
thought but of their own interest-not of my sorrow, nor
ever dreamed that the child who knelt by the sofa, and busied
herself in untying the strings of its chintz cover, had eyes
and fingers half unfitted for the task. There was no look
towards me, no softening or hushing of their comments; no
gentle word or smile. Perhaps it was well; I could hardly
have borne them.
And so I went quietly through my task, while Mr Howard
walked up and down with an air of the most frigid abstrac-
tion, and the future occupants talked, and canvassed, and
measured; this they would take because it would fit, and
that they would not take because it was old-fashioned. The
pier-glasses happened to meet their approbation ; and I think
sometimes of those quiet mirrors hanging there still-clear,
bright as ever; while the little figure that danced before
them is so changed, so altered!
Oh! how the new comers plagued us during those succeed-
ing days of confusion Not content with sending their fur-
niture they would come themselves, walk through the house,
open the room-doors and look in, until even the quiet Mrs
Howard threatened desperate measures. And when I, some-
times ill, and often tired and sad, was sent-upstairs out of the
way of cold and dust, and sat there all alone, wearying myself
for my sister, the first thing would be the intrusion of a
bonnet, and one of those chilling, strange faces.
"Prosperity gains friends and adversity tries them."-
The day our first carpet was taken up, a neighbour whom we
knew very slightly, sent a most cordial note of request that
we would all come and stay with her till we were ready to
leave town. It could not be done, but the kindness was not
forgotten-is not to this day. Meantime nothing was heard
from Mrs Osborne round the corner, nor Mrs Willet over the
way-both old friends.
My stepmother found that she had no time for farewell


visits; but the day before we were to go, she sent me to say
good-bye to a few whom age or long acquaintanceship marked
out for such an attention. With what a strange mood I
went my little round, feeling neither very well nor very
bright; exchanging silent greetings with the pavements and
familiar corners, and now and then finding my grave little
self in a circle of well-known faces and loudly-spoken adieus,
I suppose they were meant for that ; though they had a kind
of abstraction, a savour of curiosity, or wonder, or careless-
ness, that kept them very far from my heart.
I have sometimes thought, that not till we are in trouble,
can we understand the force of that expression, the salt of
the earth." How might one look, one word, season as it
were whole scores that are flat and heartless! I did not
follow out any such idea, nor indeed get hold of it; but the
want was upon me as I reached the dusty and littered side-
walk, and saw my father overseeing the loading of a cart,
and then found my way to Mrs Howard and declared my-
self tired.
I had been under a cloud; but now that the house was
cleared, the sky seemed brighter. Childlike, I turned my
thoughts forward; and when the last hour came, and we
drove away, leaving our old servants grouped together on
the side-walk, I was much less sad than I had been before
the moving began.


Oh, my ain fireside my ain fireside !-
There's nought like a blink o' ane's ain fireside !"
MR NED HOWARD lived in a village which was the vis--vis
of our new home, and which was known in those regions as
"1 The Moon," whether because the two horns of the lake
half enclosed it, or because some early settler had been
learned enough to translate the name of our watery crescent,
I know not; but the Moon it was called, and in the Moon
lived Mr Ned Howard-or I should rather say near it-in
the village-ship, if one may coin a word-and somewhat
looked up to by his neighbours for being rich enough to do
Thither we came one rainy night in April, weary with
the long journey and with the unsettled state of our affairs
and spirits; and there we took up our abode until both should
be somewhat set in order.
No wet travellers ever received a more stirring welcome.
Mrs Ned put herself in a bustle, her mother asked all manner
of questions; and bustle and questions went sweetly down
when we caught a glance of my uncle's bright eye, and saw
the glad expression of his face. We had the one word and
look then.
Mrs Ned Howard was a very different person from her
husband. She had the misfortune to be come of what she
thought a good family, and was not sufficiently ballasted
with sense and fine etceteras to bear her honours meekly.
So her silk dress always rustled, and her hands wore brown


gloves to breakfast, and white gloves to dinner; and, from
the exceeding erectness of her head, you might have supposed
that there was an imaginary crown upon it, which she was
afraid would tumble off.
Unhappily, she had never learned to act out the common
but expressive maxim, "Put the best foot foremost." Yet
there could be a most kind smile in her eye, a most friendly
tone in her voice; but in her education the good had not
been developed, nor the evil kept down.
Mrs M'Namara had all her daughter's temper and pride
without the redeeming qualities. Her eye was cold, inquisi-
tive, or sinister by turns. No needless toilet labour here;
-if the gray woollen wrapper with which Mrs M?'Namara
covered her head in cold weather could have been exchanged
for something more tidy-even for another of its own species
-it would have been a public benefit. And in her combi-
nation there was an ingredient far more disagreeable than
Mrs Ned's anomaly of sharp bluntness; the faint shadow of
a second face under the hood makes the first a thing to look
away from. Perhaps the object on earth to which she had
most regard was her youngest son, Victor M'Namara; but
of him I need only say that inheritance and education had
unhappily combined their forces.
And how does the house look, Ned ?" said my father.
"Well, very well; but you are wanted sadly. I 'm sure
Morrison lets his men stand idle one-half the time."
I doubt whether they stand idle," said my father.
Pooh !-well, what you please. They haven't near done
blasting those rocks."
Blasting said my stepmother. "But I thought the
house was almost finished ; are they at the foundations yet ?"
No, no, my dear-not at all-this has nothing to do with
the house. I am only taking off the top of a height that
came in the way of a certain view I want."
But will the view be as pretty as the height ?"
Of course; if it isn't, we can put the rocks back again."
It will be a great comfort to your husband to have you
here to advise him," said Mrs M'Namara in a soft way, that


at once gave one a caution. "Gentlemen know so little how
to get on alone."
It is fortunate that nothing can be discovered where there
is nothing to conceal. My stepmother's quiet "Do you
think so ?" made Mrs M'Namara settle her wrapper and
change her ground.
"What did you do with all your furniture ?"
"All that we did not sell we brought with us."
"I suppose you didn't save any of your parlour furniture ?
Dear, dear, what a pity "
"It was no great pity to part with what we could not use
here," said my stepmother, smiling, "and some of it we
Not mirrors, or anything of that sort ?"
Of course not! put in Mrs Ned. "Do you think they
have no sense ?"
"Why, my dear, I didn't know."
I think if you will excuse us," said my stepmother,
Grace and I will go to bed; we are both tired. I suppose
we have the same room as last summer ? "
"No," said Mrs Ned; "the front room on the second
But that is your room ; I would much prefer the other."
No," said Mrs Ned again; it makes no difference to
me, and that one has been arranged for you."
My stepmother hesitated a moment, and then saying
good-night, she preceded me up-stairs.
"It seems we are giving a great deal of trouble," she
said when our door was shut; "this will hurry our house-
"It wasn't very good-natured of Aunt Harriet to put
us in this room," I remarked; but Mrs Howard made no
reply, and I went to bed and dreamed of our umquhile
There was a bright sun shining when I opened my eyes
next day; and, as I looked at the various objects in our
room-the dark carved bedstead, the glass jars of West
India snakes (I don't think I always felt sure of their


prison-walls), the blue sofa, the lamp, there came a
thought of something else that I had wanted to do or
see-what was it ? My mind roved about for a minute,
and then I had sprung out of bed and was peeping through
the window curtains to get a distant first view of our new
home. There it lay on the other side of the lake, the fresh
boards showing bare and unhomelike in the sun; and the
quiet Sunday morning investing everything with a character
that even the eye could perceive. It looked pleasant, it
looked peaceful; and though its appearance suggested
neither chandeliers nor long mirrors, I turned away with
only one feeling of dissatisfaction-I could not have a
nearer view till next day.
Meanwhile the hours were sufficiently uneventful. Mrs
Howard was in bed all the morning with a headache; and,
except that when I was ready for church Mrs M'Namara
inquired if that was my last winter's bonnet," my presence
excited little attention. Happily, I needed it not-my mind
was full of its own fresh pleasures-the fountain asked no
supply from anybody's hand. I had never been in that
region before, though my uncle had lived there three or
four years ; but, since he left Philadelphia, none of us had
tried Mrs Ned's hospitality but my father and mother, and
the latter only once. So everything was quite new to me;
I had not even made its acquaintance at second-hand; and
first impressions came in a delightful stream.
There never was such a walk to church-there never was
such another church at the end of a walk; and there I was
not far wrong. It stood at the western extremity of the
lake, the beautifully kept groundwork of turf running quite
down to the still water, the boundaries set back among the
trees so as to be invisible. No pillar reared its Corinthian
capital there; the rough hewn stone, the unpretending,
substantial architecture, gave to the little church an air of
truth and frankness that was very pleasing; and echoes
caught each stroke of the bell, and gave them back with
faint and fainter music. I came home in a sort of ecstacy,
and assured my stepmother, as she sat in the easy-chair by


the fire, that it was the very loveliest place anybody had
ever lived in."
"And it cannot be so very lonely, mamma," I added,
"for, even on the side where our house is, I saw smoke
coming out of the woods in several places. Now, mamma,
you need not smile ; don't you remember how Mrs Osborne
talked about there being nobody here ? "
I shall have no fears for your happiness, Gracie, when
we are once settled."
Oh, I should be very happy to-day, if it was only to-
I thought myself so as it was, when afternoon brought
me another walk; and in the few minutes before and after
service I tried to see something of the congregation, and to
decide over which of the assembled heads that smoke was
in the habit of curling; but most probably I chose the
wrong ones.
Monday morning brought a disappointment.
You will not think of going to Glen Luna yourself ?"
said Mrs Ned, as she drew on the brown gloves after
Certainly," replied my stepmother; "I am going at once.
But I think I shall not take Grace the weather looks threat-
"I did not suppose you dreamed of taking her," said Mrs
Ned; such a child is only in one's way, and in danger of
getting unwell. I think you are very unwise to go your-
Dear me to be sure !" said Mrs M'Namara, with a voice
that made me wonder what concern of hers it could pos-
sibly be.
Indeed I am never in mamma's way," I interposed. But
a few drops of rain settled the question, and sorrowfully
enough I watched Mr and Mrs Howard drive away.
Oh, the weariness of being left alone especially where one
does not want to be!
It did not rain after all, and Mrs Ned and Mrs M'Namara
went out for their usual daily walk in the garden. Perhaps


they feared I might follow them, for at the foot of the steps
Mrs Ned paused and called out-
"Victor! take Grace and show her the beauties of the
Nobody wanted me; Victor, who had grown to that un-
comfortable age which is neither one thing nor the other,
escorted me a little way into the orchard, showed me two
dead pigs which lay in the road, and then went off to his
own pursuits. And I, knowing better than to go after the
ladies, re-entered the house, and sent longing glances to those
new clap-boards which seemed the pleasantest thing in sight.
Now, among the peculiarities of Mrs Ned and her mother,
was an insane desire to keep cool-not within but with-
out, it was their idiosyncrasy. At that chill time of year,
when a fire is wanted almost as much as in winter, there
was none to be seen, unless possibly three sticks at night
and two in the morning. Also the windows were opened
immediately after breakfast, and not shut again until-I
hardly know when. The rules of the house were a very
slight lunch and a very late dinner. I went up stairs with
no inward or outward defence against the cold, and between
that and hunger was fairly driven into dreamland, and slept
a good part of the morning.
It would be hard to describe my satisfaction one evening,
when, the weather being cooler than usual, or Mrs Ned more
sensitive, she really wanted a fire-and a fire could not be
had. There was no wood sawn, and the saw was broken,
and nobody to mend it; and the way she shivered and
warmed her hands over the chafing dish comforted me for a
week's freezing.
Three days did Mrs Howard go and come without me,
ravishing my ears every night with accounts of chickens and
garden; on the fourth I was again left behind, but with a
promise that I should follow her at midday with Mr Ned.
With what joy did I set out! with what concentrated
senses did I take note of everything how little justice I
gave the speed of my uncle's good horses. It was a long
drive, for beyond the church the road swept back from the


lake, and made quite a circuit before it approached Glen
Luna. I wished myself on foot that I might take one of the
tantalising little paths which promised a shorter route ; but,
as my uncle said, it would be all the same when we had once
got there-and it was.
The house itself was not only upside down with carpenters
and masons, plasterers and painters, but literally "turned
out of the windows;" for boxes of furniture were standing
about the lawns in all directions. A child's magnifying-glass
has no lens for troubles. What did I cIre for the blasting
in one direction, the scraper and oxen in another ;the boards,
the nails, the utter and hopeless confusion everywhere 2-
they were all hidden, at least from my mind's eye, by a brood
of little, soft, downy chickens, that called a barrel their
home, and a most benign-looking old hen their mother. So
I watched them, brought chips to the little kitchen, which
looked like one of our town pantries, examined my new
garden tools, clambered up and jumped dovn the front door.
step-it was then full three feet from the ground-and
finally went up-stairs and seated myself in the midst of
baskets, and jars, and bundles, to lunch. I had been offered
something to eat before I left the Moon, but preferred to
reserve my appetite for home stores; and with a good will
I now brought it to bear upon bread and butter and rasp-
berry jam.
Luncheon over, Mr Ned proposed that I should go home
with him, but my mind was made up to the contrary. So he
departed alone. Mrs Howard returned to her labours, and
I to mine ; and surely I wore rose-coloured spectacles that
day if ever child did. Indeed, I careered about rather too
much for Mrs Howard's comfort; for, while I was quietly
digging up flowers at the edge of the woods, or walking
round some rock or knoll to see what was on the other side,
she would get quite frightened about me.
Towards evening my uncle sent a boat for us, as being
the quickest and least fatiguing way of getting back ; and,
after a last feeding of chickens and locking of doors, we set
out to cross the lake. It was near dark, but very quiet,


and the dip of the oars was as good as a lullaby. Gently my
spirits subsided, and I came back to the every-day world.
How very good dinner will taste said I.
"Yes," said Mrs Howard; "I begin to feel quite hungry."
"You had better curb both appetite and expectation,"
said my father; "it is long past dinner-time."
"But, papa, they must have saved us some, for they knew
we should be very hungry."
Hum," said Mr Howard, as the boat struck the shore,
"well, must is a strong word, no doubt; but you are
welcome to my share of the dinner, Gracie."
My stepmother and I went directly up-stairs, and having
made ourselves presentable, we descended to the parlour
with our hopes somewhat cooled by my father's remarks.
He had reason.
The tea-table was set with wafers of bread and butter,
and fractions of toast, but dinner might have been an
obsolete meal for all that appeared to the contrary. We
took our seats without a word.
Harriet," said my uncle, taking a survey of the plates
before him, didn't you save some dinner for these people ? "
Certainly not, Mr Howard. I thought they knew our
But when people are cleaning house, they can't be tied
down to a minute."
I could not possibly tell when they would come," replied
Mrs Ned, her face flushing, and the imaginary crown in
unusual danger; and as to waiting dinner, it would have
been absurd; I did not know but they would choose to
dine on the other side."
Choose to dine on chips and mortar!" said rny uncle,
with a mixture of laugh and vexation. "Is there nothing
left from dinner ? "
I really cannot tell, Mr Howard," said Mrs Ned, getting
up, and ringing the bell with great energy; how should
I know what was left from dinner ? Charles," she added,
as the waiter came in, "just go down-stairs and bring up
any cold meat and vegetables that you can find."


And tell Violet to warm them first," said my uncle.
There was a moment's pause, and then my stepmother
entered her protest-in vain.
Certainly we could have dinner," Mrs Ned replied, if
there was any." So we half waited and half went on eating,
till the arrival of some boiled fish, re-warmed, and brown
uncomfortable-looking potatoes.
By this time Mrs Ned recollected herself, and did the
honours of the cod as well as might be; but we had eaten
so many of the decimal fractions, and had heard so much
conversation, that the reinforcement was little heeded except
by my father, who eat his dinner very unconcernedly.
Three weeks passed thus. Every day we went to the
Glen, but having been taught our lesson, we took care
always to return by dinner-time. Every day I made some.
new discovery-a strange wild-flower, a nice chicken-coop
in place of the barrel, a moss pincushion of peculiar luxuri-
ance, or a rock that had some extraordinary advantages as
a table or a lookout. But Mrs Howard grew very tired of
the punctual dinner system, and found it most inconvenient
to be so far from the scene of action ; and at last she resolved
to take possession of our house before it was quite ready
for us, and let Mrs Ned have her own room again. So we
It was near the gloaming when we took our first meal at
Glen Luna-we three; the two older ones thinking gravely of
"ways and means, prospects and probabilities; the younger
with eyes brimful of delight," and a mood that thought
herrings and bread and butter the very best things that ever
were eaten.
And a whip-poor-will, who knew not of our coming, sat on
a tree close by the house, and sang-as he thought, to him-
self-but to us it seemed a strange, wild welcome. We could
not translate his plaintive notes, yet not one of the listeners
but felt an echo of that trill, as wild as untranslatable.
And we were fairly established in our new home; and one
of the number, at least, had very bright hopes and forebodings
-an undefined expectation of everything pleasant.


Our youth our childhood that spring of springs !
"Tis surely one of the blessedest things
That Nature ever invented!
When the rich are wealthy beyond their wealth,
And the poor are rich in spirits and health,
And all with their lots contented! "

WE were awakened next morning by a perfect concert ot
catbirds and song-sparrows-waked to see the sun rise on
our new habitation, and our untried country life.
Who does not remember some first awaking in a strange
place ?-the quiet lying still as the eye takes in unwonted
walls and windows that are bright with the old familiar
sunlight-the gradual gathering up of the stray ends of re.
membrance-the where, the how, and the whence; and then
the sudden spring of both mind and body at the thought of
the new and unproved things that await one below stairs.
I remember it all, though now what my waking eyes first
rest upon has been so often seen in every variety of early
light, that I can hardly realise its having ever looked strange
to me-as hardly as that the cat-birds which have sung at
my matinees this summer were then unheard of in the musi-
cal world; or, by some remote possibility of long life, were
on that very morning hiding their undeveloped feathers and
faculties together, beneath a blue egg-shell. So have we both
emerged !-they from the nest, I from the child's mist which
was pervious to nothing but sunshine.
Uncle Ned was at the door by the time we had breakfasted;
and after some words of greeting and advice, and a long


niessage from Mrs Ned and Mrs 2iPNamara, about our health
and happiness, he and I set forth on a walk, all new to me
-all glittering with fresh dew-drops.
My uncle was in his element, and talked almost as fast as
I did. Now he led the way through a little thicket of young
trees, charging me to tell my father that there was the place
to transplant from; now he pointed out some fair little
flower, and told of his success or failure when he had tried
to inure it to his garden. It was in that walk I first saw
the moccasin flower, or rather its bud, for they were not near
their full size, and had scarce begun to show colour. But
we dug them up-vain experiment! and Mr Ned told of
yellow ones that he had found; and then I hoped that every
green bud a little paler than usual belonged to the yellow
species. We found, too, the fair pink azalea-the shad-
blossom-with more literal, but less spiritual fairness; and
mosses and ferns, and little nameless white flowers, that to
this day I know only by sight.
There is nothing left of that walk but the remembrance.
The child and the man have both passed away: the slight
flower has raised up its head, and shaken out its full petals
-the stronger plant has withered and been cut down.
We came back in a great heat, for the sun had got the
vantage-ground, and was pouring down his beams with as
perfect unconcern as if we had been pine-apples. Mr Ned
threw himself on the ground in the shade, while I went off
to dispose of my spoils. Presently I heard-
Grace, Grace! here's a new flower for you !" I ran, but
all I could see at first was my uncle, still on the grass, and
laughing very contentedly-then I espied the object of his
contemplation in a slow-moving mud-turtle. I don't know
why we laughed-unless our spirits were just waiting for a
chance, but the mud-turtle had some reason to turn about
and laugh at us.
Now run," said my uncle, and see if we are to have any
luncheon, for I must be going home."
Where's mamma, Caddie ?" I called out as I approached
the house.


Sure, I don't know, Miss; but she 's got company."
"Company !" I hesitated, but curiosity carried it over
timidity, and I marched on.
"Yes, ma'am," was the first thing I heard as I entered;
" do you think you will like it here, Mrs Howard ?-yes, I
do hope so, indeed-I shall be so glad-yes, ma'am."
My stepmother was in the kitchen, cap on head, and
broom in hand, and opposite to her stood a lady who looked
as if house-cleaning and moving had formed no chapter of
her existence. Not very tall, nor very large, rather deli-
cately formed, indeed-her morning dress spotless, a nice
little parasol in her hand; while on her head the very
pink of pink handkerchiefs self-denyingly received the dust
wherewith our atmosphere was loaded.
"And this is one of your daughters ?-yes," said the lady,
as she caught sight of me-" the oldest, I suppose ?-yes,
ina'am. How old is the youngest ?"
"This is the youngest," replied my stepmother.
The youngest !-but, my dear Mrs Howard, you surprise
me indeed-yes. I hope they will come and see me very
often-yes, ma'am. And won't you let one of them go
home with me, and stay till you get settled-or both of
them ?-yes, ma'am, it would give me so much pleasure."
"There is only this one at home now," said my step-
mother, smiling; "and I think she could hardly be
prevailed on to leave me without her important assistance.
But we are very much obliged to you for such a kind offer,
Liiss Caffery, and for coming to see us in all this dust and
"Dust !" said Miss Caffery-" oh, I have seen dust before,
ma'am-yes, very often; and I can always breathe where my
friends can. Not obliged at all-it would be only a pleasure
to me-yes. But I wish you could come out of it for a while."
"I will come and see you as soon as I am out of it," said
Mrs Howard-" you may be sure of that."
Yes, ma'am, pray do. And do send to me if I can be of
any use-I should be so glad to help you-yes, ma'am, I
should indeed."


And the pink handkerchief departed, somewhat the worse,
I fear, for its sojourn in our kitchen, and we saw it passing
along the walk till it reached the woods, and was hidden
like a rose in the green foliage. Then Mrs Howard and I
looked at each other and laughed-at least I did, heartily-
but my stepmother soon checked herself, and then me.
"6 Come," she said, "you must not let your amusement
change into ridicule-Miss Caffery is by no means a subject
for it."
"Who is Miss Caffery ? "
One of our neighbours."
One of our neighbours I didn't know we had any."
"Have you forgotten the smoke that came out of the
woods in two or three places ?." said Mrs Howard, smiling.
"No; but, mamma, you laughed at that; so I thought,
maybe, it was nothing after all. Where does Miss Caffery
live ?"
Some distance below us, on the lake ; but I don't think
you have seen her house; it is almost hidden by trees."
But what is she ? "
She is a lady."
Dear mamma, I know that !-I mean who is she; and
what does she do; and who does she live with ?"
She is Miss Easy Caffery, for your first question; and,
for the second, I shall know better what she does when I
have seen more of her. She lives with her cousin, Miss
Avarintha Bain, or, rather, Miss Bain lives with her."
"Alone ?"
"Alone in the parlour; I presume they have servants in
the kitchen."
Well, they have got a pair of names between them ?"
I remarked. "But, mamma, have we any more neigh
bours ? "
"I think it is probable; but, Gracie, run and call your
father and uncle to lunch. If they had not been more for-
bearing than your chickens, we should have been deafened
by this time, and they would have been hoarse, which,
unhappily, chickens never are."


This was our last day of fine weather. We had first a
long quaker storm, and then a long storm of some other
kind, and of most unquakerlike vehemence, with only a day's
sunshine between. Rain, rain; the potatoes washed out of
the ground, and I kept close prisoner in the house. Now
there was literally not one habitable apartment. The bed-
room walls were so damp, that the windows were dripping
with water every morning we got up (Mrs M'Namara could
not imagine why we were not unwell); and though we
managed to get three dusted chairs and a fire when evening
came, by day both parlour and kitchen were a compound
of paint and plaster, streams of cold air and of soapsuds.
If I had but been a mason or a cleaner, all would have been
well enough. I had no earthly objection to touching either
mortar or soap; but merely to see and smell them was not
pleasant; and danger as well as discomfort came hand in
hand with the damp air from without. As a last resort, I
betook myself to the garret, and reigned queen of the new
floor and the old lumber. It was a dear-bought eminence.
There I sat, hour after hour, and day after day, with nothing
to do, with no one to speak to; sometimes watching the
carpenter bees, who thought our rafters were laid for their
express accommodation; sometimes looking over at the
misty Moon across the lake; and then wondering wearily
what Kate was doing, and whether she wanted me as I
wanted her. I wonder at myself now for those long, lonely
I had besought our whitewasher to get me a cat, but the
cat was long in coming; still the mere hope was good, as
far as it went. Now and then, when I got very tired, I
clambered down the steep ladder-like steps, and, wrapping
myself up, went and stood by the painter to watch his up-
strokes and down-strokes.
Then, when the weather held up a little, I would run out
to see my chickens; but the poor things, with their half-
grown wings drooping to the ground, looked as desolate as
I was ; and their shrill, piercing "peep! peep!" rang in my
ears for an hour after, and gave me the heartache.


At length I bethought me of overhauling some of the
boxes that encumbered my dominions-it would be employ-
ment, if nothing more; and, dragging one out to front the
window, I set to work. The amount of will in my finger-
ends supplied the place of strength; and as the fastenings
were also wanting in that last particular, the box-not
exactly flew open-but was with some hard work forced to
reveal its contents. They were numerous, odds and ends
of all sorts; but among them I did find one little volume,
a prayer-book. It may be questioned whether prayer-book
was ever so devoured. Not the service part-I cared little
for that-but the hymns; they gave me something to do;
and many a one I learned in those solitary days in the
garret. This held me some time, and then I had another
search, which produced Mrs Sherwood's Roxobel. The
intensity of delight and appreciation with which I read it
cannot be told.
I was poring over my little red volume one morning,
when I heard my name called. Down-stairs I went, even
to the kitchen, and there stood Mrs Howard, holding in her
arms a little grey and white kitten. I should despair of
making anybody who had never felt the like, understand
how glad I was. My frock was immediately outstretched
to receive her, and I carried off my new companion, with a
charge from Mrs Howard not to spoil the cat," to which I
Ah, but she has just come !"
And with this universal reason for spoiling, whether cats
or children, I was quite satisfied, and petted my kitty to
her heart's content and mine. I was alone no longer; and,
to do the little thing justice, she seemed to think almost as
much of my playmate qualifications as I thought of hers.
I might have quoted Montaigne-" Who knows whether
puss is not more amused with me than I am with puss ?"
It was my delight to run dancing towards her, and then to
see the raised back and sidelong jump, as, with outstretched
paws, she darted to catch my foot. A couple of kittens,
kind reader! I fear you think them scarce worth writing


about; yet many a time did Mr and Mrs Howard stand
with pleased eyes and relaxed muscles, to watch our
gambols on the gravel-walk which was now laid in front
of the house.
We were taking a walk one day, I and my little cat; and
puss was quietly sleeping in my arms, except when some
misstep of mine giving her a slight jar, she would purr a
sleepy little acknowledgment; and, wandering on, I came
at last to the western boundary of our premises-in this
direction not very far from the house. The fence did not
divide us from the turnpike, but from the grounds of our
next neighbour, Mr Collingwood. Formerly he had owned
our Glen, and then a farm road had come through without
interruption; now, where I stood, a bar-place cut it in two,
and on either hand stretched away the young thorn hedge
and its guardian fence. I stood a long time looking over.
The road went naturally on, though now the tracks were
almost overgrown, and at a little distance from me took a
short turn to the right behind the woods. Woods hemmed
it in on the left also ; but just beyond the turn there was an
opening through which I could see a field of spring grain,
then more woods ; and further still, and to the left, as the
ground sunk towards the lake, a gleam of its bright waters.
The spring air brought almost as sweet ideas as odours;
and two phoebe birds were telling each other just what I
I had a longing desire to pass on, and to sit in the shade
of a beautiful cedar that was drooping over the road. I
tried the bars; they were fast, or too heavy for me to move.
No matter, I could climb well enough ; so putting down my
sleepy cat, that she might run under, I went over, took up
puss, and sat down beneath the cedar-tree. I know not how
long I had been there, but I was lost in the attempt to find
out how phoebe No. 1 could understand phcebe No. 2, when
I heard a loud impatient bark ; and as a great dog dashed
out of the woods, kitty sprang from my arms with a farewell
scratch, and up into the tree.
Here was a situation I


I was somewhat afraid of the dog, and still more for the
cat; so backing up against the tree, I alternated between
Poor kitty and Go away, sir!" while the dog threw
his head back, and barked at the limb of the tree with his
whole heart.
Then in a moment a voice had called the dog off, and
ordered him home, and the owner of the voice had walked
up to me.
I believe I looked at him as if he might have been a party
to the onset, but a pleasant smile reassured me; and I pointed
out the only visible white paw of my little companion where
she lay hid, far out of my reach, and asked if he would not
keep the dog away till my kitten came down. The danger
had frightened me out of my usual shyness.
"The dog will not come back," said the gentleman; and,
reaching up his hand, he disengaged the cat, after some
efforts-and though she spit at him vigorously-and de-
posited her in my apron.
I am very sorry my dog has frightened you," he said;
does this little cat belong to Miss Howard ?"
No, sir."
No ?"
It belongs to me, sir."
But me is very indefinite," said the gentleman, smiling.
"I thought you must be one of the young ladies from Glen
Yes sir, I do live there-at least I am going to; but I
am not Miss Howard, I am only Grace."
"And why not Miss Howard ? "
"Because my sister is not married yet."
The gentleman laughed, and then, as we walked along to
the bar-place, he said-
"I hope this little felina of yours will not be the worse
for her fright."
No, sir, but- that isn't her name."
"Are you quite sure ?"
"Yes, sir- at least I never gave it to her. Do you think
it is a pretty one ?"


He laughed again.
I see I must call things by their right names," he said.
" Well, when you know Latin, you may call your cat felina;
at present, I would recommend Muff or Tippet. And now,
shall I put you both over the fence together ? or, stay, I can
let down these bars."
His strength readily accomplished this, and with a very
pleasant farewell we parted.
"I am very much obliged to you, sir," I said, turning
round again with the little cat in my arms, just as the last
bar was replaced.
The gentleman rested both hands on the topmost one, and
smiling, inquired-
For what "
For getting kitty down from the tree."
That was rather an act of justice to kitty than of favour
to you, Miss Grace. I was bound to repair the mischief I
had occasioned."
But it was the dog's mischief."
I am afraid the dog's mischief will always be visited
upon me ; he is not a responsible person."
Well, I thank you very much, sir ; and for letting down
the bars for me, too.



He that will have a cake out of the wheat, must needs tarry the

" I Do wish I could do something to-morrow," said I.
Do something to-morrow," said my Uncle Ned. "And
what ails to-morrow, that it should have something done on
it, of all days of the year ? "
Because papa is going to Kellerton to-day, and Kate
and Stephanie will come home with him to-morrow ; and I
do so want to make a fuss."
"There will be fuss enough, I'11 warrant you," said my
father. If you would prepare an anodyne, to be adminis-
tered as soon as they get here, there 'd be some sense in it,
"There wouldn't be much fun, papa ; and I haven't seen
Kate in so long; and one can't have bonfires by daylight."
Why don't you put up a flag ? said my stepmother.
A flag! so I might! that would be the very thing. But then
I don't know where to put it; and papa will be away."
And I will come and do it for you," said my uncle.
Will you really ? Oh, I should be so very glad! But
where shall we put it ? And where can I get a flag ? Oh,
I know! Those red curtains would be splendid!"
No, indeed," said my uncle ; I have no notion of hoist-
ing Captain Kidd's colours at Glen Luna."
"And, besides," said Mrs Howard, "the red curtains are
too heavy to fly well; and much too good to be let fly at all.
But there are some white muslin curtains, Grace, that you
may sew together, if you like."


Well, thank you, mamma; only 1'm afraid they won't
-how much."
Couldn't anything show better," said Mr Ned. You
sew them up, and we will raise the flag on that high bluff
that looks down the Honiton turnpike; the white muslin
will make a great appearance against the green woods."
And then, papa," I said, anxiously, you will be sure not
to forget to make them look for it ?"
Suppose they are riding backwards ?" said my father.
"Now, papa, you know they won't be-you mustn't let
them. I should be so disappointed if they didn't see my flag
after all."
"That shall not be, dear, if I can help it," he answered,
with a smile. If they can't see out of the window, I'll put
them on the roof; and if they are asleep, I'11 wake them up,
so make your little heart easy."
The white curtains were upon my mind when I awoke
next morning; indeed, I might say that everything else in
my mind was curiously wrapped up in them; so that I could
hardly get at an idea of any sort, except through the medium
of their white folds.
It was the fourth of June-early summer in reality, while
in effect it was yet spring ; for the season had been very late,
but now it was pushing its way with a very lovely and quiet
working. The bright sheen of the late rain was upon every-
thing; the trees in a perfect hurry to get their leaves out-
it seemed as if they had grown inches since yesterday, and
our plan could not have finer weather.
With needle and thread we transformed two curtains into
one big flag, fastened it to the top of a pole, and then Mr
Ned and I set off for the Brown Bluff, with an Irish boy for
standard-bearer. There was no regular path, or we missed it;
and many a delusive opening in the woods, many a promis-
ing little hill, lured us on to new disappointments. If my
will had not been stronger than my feet, I should hardly
have reached the bluff at all; but once there, the rest was
easy. We chose the most promising tree, and then Andy
squirrelised to the top, and receiving the pole from my uncle,


lashed it to the upper branches, with so many knots and
twistings, that the future unfastening thereof seemed pro-
And away went the white folds of our flag of truce,
hanging lazily for a moment among the pine boughs, and
then rousing themselves and stretching off upon the sweetest
possible north wind. If we had foreseen what was before us,
we could have shown no more appropriate colours on our
first settling at Glen Luna.
We watched the flag for a little, speculating upon the
probable distance to which it could be seen, and then turned
homeward. The moccasin-flowers were fully out now, and
in beautiful variety; some very tall, and of the most delicate
pink, while in others, the rich depth of colour seemed to
compensate for a lower growth. My hand was never ruth-
less in the matter of picking, but I could hardly pass by such
beauties; and, with some late anemones, an early wild lily,
and corydalis flowers, I soon had enough to dress a vase to
put in Kate's room.
How weary I was then with having done so much, and
with having no more to do Weary of waiting for the stage-
horn, which I thought would never blow; and then fluttered
and excited when I heard the faint sound in the distance,
and stood watching for the first glimpse of the carriage. We
had an April meeting, all round; but the rest of the day was
clear sunshine. I remember that we found the first ripe
strawberry and the first wild violet that afternoon ; that we
told everything and showed everything, and yet could not
be satisfied with telling and showing; that we settled down
into being very quiet and happy, despite bare floors and
confusion. Kate had seen the flag miles away, and had re-
ceived all the messages that I sent my absent sister through
its white folds.
"And how do you like the looks of things, Katie ? said
my father, next morning at breakfast.
"The place is lovely, papa."
"And what isn't lovely? ",
"Why, nothing, I suppose," said Kate, rather dubiously;


" only I was thinking of what Mrs Osborne said, 'that
nobody lived here.'"
Mrs Osborne said that, did she ? Well, if I am as wise
for a man as she is for a woman, I make no doubt we shall
get through the world comfortably."
"But, seriously, Mr Howard," said Stephanie, "are we to
have anything in the way of neighbours ?"
"There '11 be plenty of them in our way, I'm afraid," said
my father. "If the earth fails us, we 'll fall back upon the
Uncle Ned does not think very much of his neighbours,"
said Kate; and who are ours, papa ? what do you mean
by 'plenty ?. '"
"Plenty, my dear, is defined by Johnson to be 'such a
quantity as is more than enough.'"
"But what do you call enough neighbours ?" said Ste-
Depends entirely upon the kind," replied Mr Howard.
"If the kind were Mrs Osborne, I should call herself
' plenty.'"
Ah, papa you are too bad. Who is there here that we
shall be apt to see ?"
"Why, there's your old friend Mrs De Camp, and our
new friend Miss Caffery, and there is Mr Collingwood's
Mr Collingwood is only a farmer," said Kate.
And if he were a fair type of the class, it would be well if
all the world were only farmers.' I am thankful Osbornes
don't grow in the country! Then, my dear, when I get my
stone cottages built, you know we can sell them to whom
we please; and for the present we are at least in a whole-
some atmosphere."
Stone cottages! cried Mrs Howard.
Why, yes," said my father. Ned thinks, and so do I,
that there is more land here than I want myself; and I talk
of putting up a few cottages to sell or let."
And how much would it cost ? "
Oh, I don't know exactly, not much; there's abundance


of fine stone on the spot; they would pay for themselves in
no time."
"I don't believe it," said Mrs Howard. "You'll just lay
the foundations with dollars, and there it will end, unless
you are ruined by the means."
"Pooh I tell you they couldn't help paying for them-
selves, and I shall set men to getting out stone at once.
Ruined, indeed! And, by the way, I mean to take some
specimens of the stone over to-what's the name of the
place ?-where they are to build this college-Ethan-I
don't doubt the trustees will buy of me, for I never saw
finer. I will go now and get some pieces of it before I
For a little while after his departure, my stepmother sat
eyeing her coffee-cup with a somewhat sad expression of
face; but then rousing herself, she remarked, that whatever
else was done, we might as well get in order. And for
many days that was the word. Busily we all worked at
jobs too nice and delicate for hired hands; books could be
dusted and arranged by none but our own; and if Mr
Howard's head had not been full of granite and cottages,
he would hardly have trusted even us to unpack his precious
shells and minerals. But for the time the new hobby sup-
planted the old. What he was about we could not always
tell; there was great talk of mills and mill-dams, roads and
plantations; and Mr Ned Howard and my father would
come bustling in, and desire a dusted table in all haste; to
be as quickly covered with maps and plans. New ones, just
finished, apparently; coloured and uncoloured, lithograph,
pen and ink, and pencil. Here a road going smoothly
through impassable places; and there an imposing row of
stone cottages about which a fine young forest had suddenly
sprung up; but that might have been the lithographer's
fancy. Then the scene changed to wheels, and timbers, and
foaming torrents; a half-finished mill-dam, with a cart and
horse comfortably carrying out gravel; and, at the bottom,
a long string of units, and tens, and hieroglyphics; "wheels
-say so much;" and, "mill-stones-say so much,"


"If you were anybody else, I should laugh at you," said
Mrs Howard one day, when she had been listening and
looking on. As it is, it comes too near home, and is too
serious work."
A great deal too serious!" said my uncle, looking up
with a very excited face. "The thing to laugh at will be
the profits."
When I see them."
"I don't believe you would look at them if they were
here," said my father, whose hobby did not like a check.
And if I am to laugh at the profits," said my stepmother,
gently, and laying her hand on his shoulder, what shall I
do when I see the loss "
"Laugh at that too," said Mr Howard, but with a change
of tone that said hers was not unfelt. Pshaw! my dear,"
he added, looking up at the eyes that were brighter than he
liked to see them, and with no touch of impatience now in
voice or manner-" you don't know anything about the
matter-won't that content you ?"
"It would, if I could think so."
"Well, think so," he said, smiling, and taking her hand;
"have you so little trust in my sense as to suppose that I
shall take a flying leap off a precipice ."
But I did hear of a man once," said my stepmother, with
an answering smile, "who, being upon a wild horse, could
not dismount, and had to go whither the horse carried him."
A momentary expression of doubt, which I had once or
twice seen before, crossed my father's face; then, shaking
it off, he said laughingly-
Never fear; I will make sure that the horse is a tame
And seeing that more words would be useless, my step
mother, as usual, spoke them not.


"6 A sweet attractive kind of grace;
A full assurance given by looks;
Continual comfort in a face,
The lineaments of gospel books ;-
I trow that count'nance cannot lie
"Whose thoughts are legible in the eye."

WE were happily resting from our long turmoil, enjoying
the sweet quiet order of everything in and about our new
house ; and the summer's luxuriance came wafted through
the open windows, and Kate was trying her harp-strings,
but softly, as if half unwilling to lose the merry choir with-
"If ye please, ma'am," said one of our subordinates, open-
ing the door after an admonitory tap, "Miss Caff'ry says,
when would ye be settled till ye'd come and drink tay with
her ?"
Has Miss Caffery sent up here, Caddie ?"
She did, ma'am."
To ask if we were settled ?"
"Well, I don't just know, Mrs Howard; it's wanting ye
she is, at tay."
"And when does she want us to come ?"
"Meself doesn't know, ma'am, if it wouldn't be the day."
"Who brought the message, Caddie ?" said I.
He's a fine looking lump of a boy, Miss Grace, with a face
as big as me two hands; I don't know his name, nor he
didn't say."


Tell him to come up-stairs," said Mrs Howard.
That's what I did, ma'am, and I couldn't get him into
the house itself."
"And he didn't say when Miss Caffery wants us," said
"Never a word, miss; only he said, 'It's a fine day,'
says he."
I suppose we must put that and that together," said Mrs
Howard, laughing. "Caddie, you may tell him-no, I will
write it."
"And are you going to-night, mamma ?" said Kate, when
the note was despatched.
"Yes ; that seems to have been the request."
"If ye plase, ma'am," said Caddie, returning, he says,
all the young ladies, and Mrs Howard, and the master; and
would you be pleased to come at four o'clock ? he says,
We will be very punctual."
Well, I am glad !" said I. "I do want to see some more
of Miss Caffery; she is so very comical."
"I wonder if there will be any one else there," said Kate.
"I shall be there," said Stephanie ; "and will make you
laugh with everybody, and at everybody too, if you choose."
"I shall not choose-therefore give all your attention to
your own risible muscles."
What a fair, bright walk we had! For a while there were
meadows and grain fields on either hand; then two dark
points of forest ran down to the very edge of the road; then
again came fields and distant woods, with here and there a
house. One stood at the top of a high slope which came
gently down towards us, but at some little distance. The
turf was beautifully short and green, and the forest trees
had been judiciously cut and spared; the remaining ones,
which stood generally alone, had a fine roundness of form
and luxuriance of foliage, of which their very shadows
seemed to speak. These spots of sober light set off the
sunshine perfectly. Then we passed a house at the very
roadside-brown, unpainted, but having in its window a


box of the most beautiful "painted ladies" I ever saw,
"Then came a little spring running swiftly under the stone
wall by the way of a latticed opening-which lattice served
the purpose of a barrier to pigs and geese-they might not
run with the stream. And then we approached the place of
our destination.
"Caffre-land," as Stephanie called it, was on a private
branch of the high road, which, forking off towards the lake,
ran along its shore for some distance, and then turned up to
the house. There was neither fence nor wall; the little
cottage stood peacefully in the midst of its green lawn, as if
marauders were never thought of; and certainly all looked
as if they never came.
The architecture was in no one style unless that of conven-
ience and comfort; though, so far as the steep roof, pro-
jecting rafters, and gable-ends could make it, it was rather
Dutch. The windows were of every sort and situation that
a particular view or a particular breeze seemed to make de-
sirable. The front of the house had but one below stairs, a
large bay; over and about which a beautiful maurandia hung
its purple-blue flowers and abundant foliage. Above this,
a long oval look-out, of which the sash was slid back into
the wall, let one see the waving white drapery beyond; and
higher still, a sharp gable reared itself from the roof, which
then sloped down until it overhung the bay's side companion
-the little brown front door.
The house went by the name of "the Bird's Nest ;" though
not at all wanting in size and accommodation, yet something
in its lichened gray stone, and the substantial compactness
of its appearance, shadowed as it was by an immense weep-
ing elm on the other side of the road, made the name seem
not unsuitable.
The elm had been trimmed up to a great height; and
through its drooping branches the long sunbeams came from
the western horizon to the pretty bay window, unchecked in
winter, but now softened by the leafy covert through which
they passed. And from among the foliage there shot now
and then a gleam like fire, as two Baltimore birds, or orioles,


darted about their nest, which swayed gently to and fro on
one of the long weeping branches.
All this we took in ere we reached the door. It is opened
to us, and we have entered the hall, which runs straight
through to the back of the house. It is narrow, and the
rafters stand out in full relief; but at the side is a large
Venetian window, of which the broad centre compartment
opens like a door upon the flower-garden. And here come
in the south breezes, freighted with all the bouquets that
ever perfumer tried to imitate. I said there was no fence;
but this garden was hedged with the Cherokee rose, then
covered with multitudes of its large buff-centred white
flowers. We were in danger of forgetting that we had come
to see anything else; but Miss Caffery did not wait long
before she came behind us with-
"Yes, ma'am, it is very pretty; but you must all be so
tired; do come and sit down. My dear Miss Grace, I am
so glad to see you !-yes, very glad. And these other young
ladies, they are most welcome-yes, ma'am, they are indeed.
But, my dear Mrs Howard, do come into the parlour."
The same pink handkerchief, the same spotless dress, only
of finer muslin this time, and the handkerchief had a shade
more pink, and a half-inch more fringe. But I liked the
wearer's looks much better upon a second view. Miss
Caffery was not young; but she had taken Time so pleasantly,
that Time had returned the compliment. Her hair, still
unchanged, was of so soft a colour, so neatly parted-her
whole voice and action were so gentle and truthful, that one
would at a venture have joined her in saying, "yes, ma'am,"
to everything she uttered. Perfect repose as her eye was, it
was not the repose of shallow water; and her mouth was
eminently sympathetic.
Very different was her cousin, Miss Avarintha Bain. Tall,
dark, with hair so black that one wondered where the colour
came from-some mental fever shining out through every
feature-more display in her dress, and more manner in her
mannerism-Miss Bain acted the au faith in everything; and
the perfect delusion which she put upon herself in this


respect, made her, to be sure, good-humoured and satis-
There were other visitors already in the room; so, when
the first little bustle was over, I, the only child there, had
time to look about me. Except Miss Caffery and my own
family, there was very little to detain my eye among the
animated objects; and it presently wandered to the inani-
mate-they were more satisfactory. A bookcase on one
side, a like case of varieties on the other, flanked the chimney
and completely filled up the recesses; while in the fire-place
itself, little brass musketeers mounted guard as andirons.
All the wood of the room-cases, furniture, and wainscotting
-was very dark ; and the high range of the latter contrasted
well with the hard finish above. On this hung one or two
old portraits, telling, amid all their silence, that the hopes
and fears of the present generation are no brighter, no
darker, than those of a century ago-which have passed
without leaving a trace, except upon some such bit of canvas.
It is a hard thing to realise, that just such a face appeared
in "this working-day world," when that world was two
hundred years younger than it is now It is like seeing
that mysterious sort of shadow where the substance is out
of sight. But the child's eye and mind soon left the stately
lady for something with which they had more sympathy.
Instead of a table in the middle of the floor, there stood
a pyramid of basket-work, dark, like the other articles, and
rising tier above tier, from a broad base to a little nest at
the top, where was a cluster of roses-crimson, white, and
blush. Mignonette and ivy, honeysuckle, multifloras, and
alyssum, looked over the side of each tier upon a bed of
heliotrope, geranium, yellow roses, and all the variety of
spray flowers and buds that make such beautiful filagree-
work about those that are larger and more showy.
Opposite the bay, a glass door looked into the tea-room;
and thither my eyes had just gone, caught by a bright gleam
of silver, when Miss Caffery left her older guests, and called
me to come and sit by her in the window. And for a while
she talks, and I listen, pleased to hear the gentle voice, even


when it tells me a bird or flower story that I knew before.
And then we both listen, for a horse's hoofs are coming up
the road very fast. They come nearer and nearer, even to
the very window where we are sitting, and then I see that
the rider is my friend of the bar-place. He bowed to Miss
Caffery, then smilingly recognized me; and then, still hat
in hand, said-
Have you anything for the post-office, Miss Easy ?"
Not to-day, Mr Collingwood. But you are not going to
the post-office ? You must stay with us, sir; you must
indeed. We want you very much-yes."
Thank you, Miss Easy, but-- "
Oh, don't give us any butss' or 'ifs,'" said Miss Avarintha,
coming up. "I daresay you're very busy-you always are-
but 'when a lady's in the case,' you know-and there are
half a dozen in this."
"I am afraid 'ladies first and business afterwards' would
not be a very good rule for me," said Mr Collingwood,
"0 Mr Rodney! for shame! and these such young
ladies, and you such a young gentleman! Why, you
deserve to be posted up. Here is Miss Howard, and Miss
Holbrook, and Miss Suydam, and you are leaving the field
all to Captain De Camp."
Mr Collingwood sat contemplating his horse's head so
quietly, that, except for some slight play of the lines of his
face, I should hardly have thought his hearing very good;
and then looking up, with a smile as pleasant as peculiar,
he said-
"Well, Miss Avarintha, I am just such a young gentle-
man; very busy, very odd, I suppose; but what will you
do with me ? I must go to the post-office, and then across
the country to Squire Brown's for my father, and then
home to write."
"Now, Mr Rodney," said Miss Easy, earnestly, "that is
the very thing; yes, sir, you oughtn't to write a bit more,
not a bit. You're as pale as your paper-yes."
My ride ought to have cured that, Miss Easy."


It hasn't," she said, with an answering but not assent-
ing smile. Now, be kind-hearted, and go to the post-office
and Squire Brown's, and then come back here and mend my
knitting-needle, and drink coffee, and tell me all about your
dear father. I tried to get to see him to-day, but the sun
was so hot I couldn't; and I knew you'd be here, or I
should have sent for you-yes; and what Mr Carvill said
in his last letter. It will do you more good than writing."
Mr Collingwood bowed, with one grateful, appreciating
glance, and saying, If I can, dear Miss Easy," he rode off.
Miss Easy looked after him with an unusual shade on her
placid face, but Miss Avarintha walked away; and then up
came my stepmother.
Dear Miss Caffery," she said, "I fear Grace is keeping
you here; do let her amuse herself."
Oh yes," said Miss Easy; but I like to talk to her-
yes, ma'am, very much."
But the wind comes in so fresh; and your face "
My face ? Oh yes, ma'am," said Miss Caffery, smiling
most good-naturedly ; "to be sure! you thought I had the
faceache-yes. But I always wear this handkerchief, ma'am;
I do indeed."
"Oh, I beg your pardon!" said Mrs Howard, quite
shocked at her mistake.
"No, ma'am, pray don't. You see," continued Miss Easy,
so much interested in her story, that she forgot the accus-
tomed refrain-" you see, when Avarintha first came to live
with me, I never could arrange my back hair as she liked,
because I wasn't a spider, with eyes at the back of my head,
as I told her, ma'am; and every day she would say to me,
'0 Easy, your hair does look so!' and at last she said,
that, if she were in my place, she would wear a nightcap or
a handkerchief, rather than let people see such a twist on
her head. So I told her I wouldn't wear a nightcap, for I
didn't think nightcaps were becoming; but I would wear a
handkerchief, and welcome; and I always have, ma'am, ever
I am sure you were very obliging."'


"Oh no, ma'am, not at all. Indeed, yes," said Miss Easy,
"it was as much for my comfort as hers-yes, ma'am; for I
was as tired of the back of my head as she was."
"When Mr Collingwood came back, Miss Easy was in the
glittering and aromatic region of the tea-table; but Miss
Avarintha pounced upon him at once, passed her arm
through his, and walked him round a circle of introductions
and greetings. Even I could not but notice the well-bred
quietness with which he met all her showing-off attempts;
they seemed to disturb nothing but the corners of his
mouth; and when the circuit was made, he walked into the
tea-room, and receiving his cup of coffee from Miss Easy,
stood talking to her for some time.
"Mr Rodney," said Miss Bain, the moment he returned,
and pointing out a place somewhat antagonistic to Captain
De Camp, who was talking to Kate-" Mr Rodney, there is
an unoccupied chair."
But here is an unoccupied lady," said Mr Rodney, as he
crossed the room, and seated himself by poor little me;
" and a lady in a dream, I should judge. Miss Grace, is it
allowable to wake you up ?"
Me! oh, I was not asleep, sir."
May I inquire, then, upon what profound subject your
waking thoughts were employed ?"
"I am afraid you would think me very rude or imperti-
nent, sir."
"No; I will promise not beforehand."
"Ah, but you don't know, sir; I am sure you would say
I had better have been thinking on something else."
Possibly," he said, with a smile; "but if that be the
case, you may as well let me give you an opinion, and then
you will know for next time."
He had a frank way, that was very catching.
I was thinking, sir-I was wondering, who you could
What a merry laugh greeted this speech!
Upon my word," he said, I don't wonder you looked
abstracted! And you would like to be helped out of the


difficulty? But I should think you might have heard my
name half a dozen times at the window a while ago; you
seemed wide awake enough then."
Yes, sir, I thought I did hear it; but then they seemed
to call you something else, and that puzzled me."
They did call me something else; but you see I take the
benefit of both my names, not having your conscientious
scruples on the score of cadetship; I am Rodney Colling-
wood. And now, to change the subject, or rather the appli-
cation, suppose you tell me your little cat's name, that I
may make no mistake in future."
I hesitated.
Hasn't she got one yet?"
"Yes, sir, but- I didn't call her what you advised me
to, Mr Collingwood."
Never mind that; I do not expect to have my advice
followed in most cases; only tell me what you did call
Why, sir, Kate brought a little white cat from Keller-
ton, and it cried all the time for a day or two, and Kate
declared she would call it 'Mew;' and then I said, if she
did, I would call mine 'Purrer-purrer.'"
"Why, at that rate," said Mr Collingwood, laughing,
"I should have called Wolfgang 'Bow-wow,' or 'Barky-
barky.' '
And how we both laughed then!
Is his name Wolfgang ?" I said.
Yes; don't you think he's a fine fellow? "
Oh, very! but, Mr Collingwood-- "
"Well ? "
"Why don't you teach him not to kill cats ?"
He has been taught; he never does kill them. But,"
continued Mr Collingwood, with a smile, "little Purrer-
purrer did not know that; there was the whole difficulty.
If she had stayed in your lap, Wolfgang would not have
looked at her; but a dog will almost always chase any
animal that runs from him."
Then it was well I didn't run too."


"I did not mean to include you in the animal class; I
hope Wolfgang would have had so much or so little sense
as to prefer the cat."
"The cat is very nice, sir, indeed."
No doubt of it! he said, with a grave look of amuse-
ment. Does she ride out every day in the little carriage
your arms make for her ?"
"It isn't quite fair for everybody to laugh at me about
the cat," I said, but laughing myself. "I haven't taken her
out in a great while; indeed "
"Indeed you were afraid of another fright ?"
"Yes, sir, a little. But that hasn't been all the reason,
Mr Collingwood; since Kate came home, I have had her to
think of; and you know I would rather hold her hand than
the cat."
How should I know that ?
Oh, to be sure," I said; "but you would if you knew
her; I forgot that you didn't, sir."
My remark referred only to you, not at all to your
sister. But tell me, Miss Gracie, have you so far forgiven
Wolfgang that you will let me bring him to see you some
day ?"
Oh yes, sir! I wish you would; we should be so glad!
You know you can come through the bar-place, and then it
will not give you a long walk."
He smiled at this; but then Miss Avarintha came up,
"- Mr Collingwood, you do look so entertaining and agree-
able, that you must absolutely come and talk to me."
And she kept him in the bay-window until we came


A man first builds a country seat,
Then finds the walls not good to eat."
" FINE hay weather, isn't it ?" said my father, as he looked
away from his saucer of raspberries to the beautiful summer
light that was upon everything out of doors. I must be
off to the oak-meadow directly."
You, papa ?" said Kate.
"I, my dear; I must go over and set those men to work.
Ezra Barrington, to be sure, is a good mower; but the rest
will be as like to cut themselves as the grass, unless I show
them how."
"Why don't you let Ezra do it ?"
"He won't mow much himself if he has to teach half a
dozen others."
"Never mind if he does not," said my stepmother. "You
are not used to the sun, and will just tire yourself out."
"No, I '11 stop short of that," said Mr Howard, eating the
last spoonful of cool cream and fruit with complete satis-
But, papa," said Kate, "do you think it will have a good
effect on the men ? "
"Think what will have a good effect ?-their cutting the
grass instead of themselves ? "
No, no; but your working with them."
"Yes, a very good effect, for they 'll have to do something."
They won't respect you so much; you needn't think it/'
said Kate, gravely.


"Pshaw! said my father. Well, I shall respect myself
a great deal more than if I let those six men do nothing all
day; so that's settled. And now to put myself in working
"I do wish papa wouldn't!" said Kate, the moment he
was out of the room. Can't you persuade him, mamma ?"
I shall not try," said Mrs Howard, smiling. He will
do himself no harm, Katie."
Indeed, mamma, you are mistaken, I am sure- "
By the way," said my father, coming in at that moment,
"I wish you would send over some luncheon about eleven
o'clock, and a pail of buttermilk, or something of the sort;
the poor fellows will be thirsty." And he went out before
we had breath to remonstrate.
Why, they should all bring their own luncheon!" ex-
claimed my stepmother; they are only day-labourers."
"And I am sure there are springs enough in the neigh-
bourhood," remarked Stephanie, rather scornfully.
Mr Howard opened the door again, and putting in his
head, he added-
"I forgot to tell you, my dear, that I must take Andy
over to turn hay; but I suppose Caddie can bring the
We looked at each other, and then gave one clap and
"What is papa thinking of ? exclaimed Kate.
"I am sure I don't know," said Mrs Howard; "but it's
pretty clear what I must be thinking of." And she began
to roll up her sleeves.
"What are you going to do, mamma ?"
Make some cake for those men."
No, indeed, you must not," said Kate, earnestly. Just
let it alone, and they will know better next time."
Your father would not like that, Katie."
Well, I'd give them bread, then; I wouldn't give them
one morsel of cake. Now, mamma, only look at your little
arms and hands, and then think if they ought to make lunch
for mowers."


It won't hurt them any more than 'making lunch' for
other people, I imagine," said Mrs Howard, laughing ; "and
as to bread, Katie, we have but just enough in the house for
our own dinner. No, I must make some gingerbread, and
then we must go and carry it to the oak-meadow."
Carry it ? why, mamma, you are absolutely crazy Carry
a basket of cake and a pail of buttermilk for those men to
eat ? "
Well," said Mrs Howard, I am quite willing it should
go in any other way, if you will only say how. Rose has a
bad headache."
Let Caddie take it, as papa said."
"You know about as much of the matter as he does.
Caddie is washing, and I should have to hang out clothes
during her absence."
"Well, I do think it is rather too bad!"
Now, Kate, my dear," said Mrs Howard, with a smile,
you may as well make the best of it. Your father did not
think nor understand what he was doing-he has been a
citizen too long to turn farmer at once-but this will not
happen again, and the day is not so hot that we shall find
the walk disagreeable."
Stephanie and I will go with the basket," I said. "She
is old enough to escort me; and it would be clear fun."
"Very poor fun indeed," said Stephanie. "Why, the sun
will make our hands as black as a coal, to say nothing of
the pail's dragging down our fingers."
"Oh, well," said I, laughing, "but I can't go alone, you
know; so you may carry a piece of gingerbread, and I will
hang the pail on one arm and the basket on the other."
"No, we will all go," said Mrs Howard; "I cannot let
you go so far without me. I will make the gingerbread at
once; and if you, Stephanie, will sew up the fingers of those
gloves that I saw lying about this morning, I think they will
protect your fingers sufficiently."
Don't put any carraway in your cake, ma'am," replied
Miss Holbrook, "because it might be mistaken for hay


Carraway in gingerbread! you foolish child !"
My dear Mrs Howard, I assure you that combination is
not unheard of. You are not quite read up in your cookery
book, ma'am."
I must grant that," said Mrs Howard, smiling.
But, mamma," said Kate, "in the abstract, you know -
don't you think it is very bad policy for ladies to do such
things ? "
"In the abstract, Katie, I think books are pleasanter
companions than flour-pails and boxes of sugar; but I have
a poor opinion of the lady who is not woman enough to do
anything that comes in the way of her duty. The less of
such delicacy of hand we have the better; and you must
not grow up to practise it."
"You'll never practise anything else," said Stephanie,
when we were left alone-her own disapprobation having
faded before the amusement of seeing Kate's. "Miss
Howard, how will you dress yourself for the hayfield ?"
In my sun-bonnet."
"But, my dear, you might be mistaken for a farmer's
daughter. Do at least take a fan, and a bottle of smelling
I don't doubt the hay is sweeter."
"But more trying to delicate nerves, when combined
with baize jackets. Think of your being obliged to behold
those articles, after all !"
"Stephanie," said Kate, you ought not to try to aggra-
vate my notions till you are sure they are wise and right-or
until I am."
"I am wondering," said Stephanie, what name you will
bear in this region. Mr Howard's chief support in the
farming line has given me the pleasing title of Miss Ste
Fanny'-I am curious as to the probable cognomen of Miss
Howard a few years hence. In most circles of society one
might guess-but here-"
I hope Miss Howard will always be herself," said Kate,
"In other words, that she will always be Miss Howard?"


"She might easily be a better thing," Kate said, so
gravely, that Miss Holbrook took up her gloves and was
The sun looked hotter than it felt; and we who walked
quietly through the thorn-hedged lane, had often a cooling
wind and shade. But when we reached the oak-meadow
we found a most glowing atmosphere, and all the mowers
in their shirt-sleeves. Sometimes these were partly rolled
up, disclosing the red flannel under-sleeve; and coats and
jackets hung from the trees or lay scattered about on the
swath. Even Mr Howard had adopted the prevailing
fashion (to the dismay of Kate and Stephanie), and was
now watching the irregular mowing of the Irishmen, which
formed a strong contrast to the long, steady, and even
sweeps of Ezra Barrington.
Besides the fresh swath, a part of the meadow was spread
with half-dried hay, which Andy was turning; and in one
place it was even gathered into windows. Several rakes
stood upright on their sharp-pointed handles in different
parts of the field; and its central and naming tree, a great
oak, cast a broad shadow that was ever shortening.
We stood on a little rising ground, looking over the fair
scene, and presently my father espied us, and sent one of
the mowers for our load.
We put some ice in the pail," said I; and now, if you
set it in the shade, it will keep cool."
"Ya-as," said the man, who had a good-natured, pleasant
face-" vera true; I'll put it by the big tree there be-
And here is some gingerbread."
Och, it's too much trouble said the man. "Indade,
thin, miss, we're entirely thankful t' ye; for it's a vera hot
day, surely."
We watched him as he descended the hill; saw the others
gather round; and smiled to see the little shake of the head
with which each man finished a cup of the iced buttermilk
-" the Squire" being first served.
The wind was blowing very softly, just bending the tops


of the uncut grass, and stirring the long winrows, and wavy
ing my short hair. It was hard to regret anything that had
brought us to a scene so lovely; and we did not move until
my father joined us.
Now, papa," said Kate, "do you think it is well for a
gentleman to go about with his coat on his arm ?"
"Very well-when he doesn't want it on his back."
"But, papa, it looks so-"
"Hum said Mr Howard; I don't see why one may
not follow a country fashion as well as a city fashion, when
one is in the country."
"It isn't the fashion-that is just it, papa; you wouldn't
see any one else do so."
I beg your pardon; if you go over to Daisy Lea this
morning, I don't doubt you will find Mr Collingwood and
his son making hay in as comfortable gear as I am. To be
sure, they are only farmers."
"I don't believe you would ever see Captain De Camp
looking so, Mr Howard," said Stephanie.
Captain De Camp's epaulettes are a part of himself,"
said my father, a little impatiently, which, happily, my
coat is not. Come, I don't want to hear any more of this;
if my respectability lies so near the surface, and is so easily
got rid of, I can't hope to keep it long, any way. Neither
Captain De Camp nor any other youngster would hesitate
to pull off his coat if he were going to row you on the lake;
but a moustache seems to confer as many immunities and
privileges as a seat in the House of Lords."
"I thought you were so very notional and particular, papa,"
Kate said, in a low voice.
I always shall be, my child, about realities," he answered,
kindly; these false landmarks of breeding I take no note
of. I make some distinction of time and place, Katie; if I
sat in the drawing-room without a coat, you might justly
complain of me."
Stephanie shook her head, and Kate walked on with a
grave look, that seemed to say, she could neither give up
her own position nor attack my father's.


"I can't conceive, papa, where you ever learned anything
about mowing !"
"I have learned a great many things when you were not
present, Katie," said he, smiling.
"But you never klad to do it ?"
Kate looked better satisfied.
I don't believe you know any too much of it now, papa,"
she said, with a laugh. I daresay Ezra Barrington was not
pleased with your performance."
My father looked at her for a moment, as if her words
had not quite pleased him ; but whether he had some feel-
ing for the notions that were in such a fair way to be rubbed
off, or whether he thought Kate might indemnify herself for
a morning's discomfort, he at all events left her remark un-
It was destined to be a day of trial. When we reached
home, we found Mr Ned Howard had arrived during our
"Where have you been ?" he said, as he caught sight of
my father.
"Tiring myself to death with those mowers."
What, in the-hill field ?"
"No; in the oak-meadow."
"Why, brother, I am surprised at you! The grass in the
hill-field is a great deal the ripest; it is just fit to be laid by
the first high wind."
"Ezra Barrington thought not; he said the meadow would
suffer most."
"I'll tell you what," said my uncle, looking round with a
stern face ; "it's my opinion that Ezra Barrington leads you
all by the nose-yes, every soul of you."
It was our turn to laugh now.
"Well," said my father, when he regained his gravity, "if
he leads us in the right direction, it don't much matter."
And then skilfully throwing in some word about improve-
ments, they both dashed off into granite, and mills, and
cottages, until, making allowance for the anachronism, one


would have thought the one speaker to be Croesus and the
other Rothschild. Mrs Howard sighed, and once or twice
looked up as if she would have ventured an opinion; but
the millstones and blasted rocks that were flying about might
have deterred more courage than hers.
"Are you looking so grave about me, mamma?" Kate
said, when we went up to dress. "Are you afraid that I
shall grow up a fine lady ? If I have a great many follies,
you do not think them incurable ? "
No, dear," she answered, smiling; "they are anything
but that. I was not thinking of you at all, except indirectly;
I was thinking of this wild system of improvements. It
seems to me, Katie, as if your father were going to fill the
hopper of that mill out of his own pockets; and once in, the
dollars will rattle down till there is not one left."
Rattle down! If my father had had the use of his senses,
he might have heard them even then. I think he never
went out without a bag of dollars to put somewhere. It
was not only on the mill-dam ; but here they were laid down
on some new road instead of paving stones, and here they
went up in the air per force of gunpowder, and another time
were exchanged for a new pair of farm-horses, though we had
five already. But, alas! there was no transforming them
back again. Whenever this was attempted, mill and roads
and horses became all dry leaves.
Then, as ill luck would have it, Squire Suydam's gardener
got hold of Mr Howard with a plan for raising fruits out of
season-out of reason, it might have been called; and what
a pile was raised there, or several piles! We thought they
were only stone and mortar, but I know now they were
dollars. I say ill luck, for the fable declares that when
Fortune once found a boy asleep by the side of a well,
she roused him, saying, "Pr'ythee, child, awake; for if
you should fall in, people would lay all the blame upon
Then there was the haying; but whether it did not cost
more than it came to, is a matter of opinion." My father
tired himself out systematically, for the hayfields were far


off, and the weather July. Had less been undertaken, Ezra
Barrington's practical sense and steadiness could have kept
things straight enough ; but the power to make so many ends
meet never existed save in the mind of a speculator.
And so the season wore on ; and we young ones sported
like butterflies, nor realized that winter was coming. And
Mr Howard was the busiest of bees; but he made one grand
mistake-instead of filling his cells as fast as they were
finished, he went on adding comb to comb while not one
contained any honey. And what did we butterflies care for
that ?-Nothing. We thought the making cells was very
pretty work, and had no doubt but they would be running
over full some day, and somehow. So thought my father.
Mrs Howard, to be sure, had misgivings, and often looked
grave, and sometimes remonstrated; but what was her one
word against the combined forces of my father and Mr Ned ?
Meantime the flowers faded,


"C Cry, holla! to thy tongue, I pr'ythee ;
It curvets very unseasonably."
-As You Like It.
Now in all this time neither Mrs Ned nor Mrs M'Namara
had ever been near us. Of course we never saw each other
except as we occasionally met at other people's houses or at
church. My uncle tried to make it out that the initiative
lay with us ; but, though my stepmother said little in reply,
she rightly felt our claims as strangers, and would by no
means make the first move. Once, after a long drive with
my uncle, I had sat in his parlour for a few minutes, but
the visit produced nothing except a question from Mrs
M'Namara as to whether our new oven baked well, and
who made the bread. So our intercourse was restricted to
messages and inquiries, of which my father and Mr Ned
were the medium.
Other visitors we had had ;-Captain De Camp and his
mother (when the former was at home), the ladies from the
Bird's Nest, and now and then an inroad from the Moon or
a deputation of neighbours. The Collingwoods, father and
son, had called once or twice when we were out, and on the
afternoon of our haying expedition Mr Rodney came again.
Stephanie, Kate, and I were alone in the study, having
resigned the sitting-room to my father's slumbers and Mrs
Howard's letter-writing; and, as the gentleman saw us in
passing, we admitted him by the private side-door near
which we sat.
Stephanie immediately began with-


"O Mr Collingwood, I am so glad to see you! I have
been wishing every day that you would come !"
He looked all surprise, that was not attention, but ven-
tured no reply.
Do tell us something about those good ladies down
yonder, that you seem to know so well. What sort of
people are they ? "
Mr Collingwood hesitated a moment, and then said, with
a somewhat singular grave expression-
May I be excused, Miss Holbrook, for asking a more
particular description ? It so happens that I know a good
many ladies in the neighbourhood."
"I don't believe you 're in the least doubt as to what I
mean," said Stephanie,-" those inhabitants of what they
call the Bird's Nest, and I call Caffre-land-who gave us
such remarkably good muffins the other night."
Again Mr Collingwood paused, thoughtfully dressing the
leaves of a rose which he held in his hand; and it seemed
to me that some feeling of pain shaded his smile when he
"Miss Holbrook, you ask me a question, and then in tih
same breath give me good reasons why I should not answer
"Why, what do you mean? I haven't done such a
"I beg your pardon ; you first reminded me that I know
these ladies very well, and then that they have tried to
entertain you pleasantly at their own house."
Just the reasons why you shouzdd answer. If you didn't
know them, you couldn't; and if I had never been there, I
shouldn't want you to."
"I knew a lady once," said Mr Collingwood, "who,
whenever she was questioned too closely about a friend,
would reply, 'Oh, I cannot tell you; I have eaten of her
salt;' and I must confess that even I have a little of the
Arab about me."
"It is very strange they should feel it as they do," said
Kate-" that so nice a point of honour should be more uni-


versally recognized among those wild tribes than in any
civilized society."
"That is not the only flower of savage life; very few
people practise hospitality after the manner of our North
American Indians."
I hope very few people practise teasing after the pattern
of our neighbours said Stephanie. Don't you think the
world has rather gone back by dint of civilisation ? "
"Not at all!-but I wish it would go farther forward.
And I would not refuse to copy a fine example, even though
it were found only in Arabia."
"Or Caffre-land," said Stephanie.
But the person she addressed neither looked up nor spoke
for a minute; and when he did speak, it was not to her.
Miss Howard, did you ever notice the beautiful arrange-
ment of the petals of a fine rose ? "
"I believe I have noticed that it is beautiful. What
analogy were you thinking of, Mr Collingwood ? "
He looked up then, with a smile of pleasure at her quick
tracing of his thought.
Might not one compare it to the balance of a fine char-
acter,-where every quality holds its due proportion and
place; where those which must come into every-day contact
with the world are unfolded like these outer petals, with yet
a leaning towards concealment, and where there is always
a hidden treasure folded away out of sight, which we judge
of by what we can see of the rest, and by the exceeding
sweetness it sends forth?"
"Your picture wants touching up," said Stephanie.
"Why don't you add, that, like the rose, a fine character
always blushes at being unfolded 7 "
That would be too obvious a remark."
Obvious Well, now that you have kindly given the rest
of the company something to think of, will you satisfy my
"If I can without dissatisfying myself," he said, with a
"Very well, then ; but, in the first place, I think you are


all crying up the Arabs for nothing. I never heard that
the salt-protection tied anything but their hands. If you
come to robbery and murder, there may be some sense in
Who steals my purse, steals trash,'" answered Mr
Collingwood, playfully.
But what has that to do with the matter ? Now don't
be absurd. I thought you were a person of such extraor-
dinary sense, and all that-at least, so says Miss What's-
her-name-I never shall get along unless I give them some
cognomen that I can remember. Let me see-I will call
one 'Yes, ma'am,' and the other--"
There was a flash of indignation in Mr Collingwood's face
that surprised me; and as his quick glance came from
Stephanie to us, I was too happy that we were looking
grave. Stephanie herself stopped short; but, determined
not to show her discomfiture, she directly added-
But tell me how you like that name, before I look for
The flash had passed away, and it was with a very grave,
almost sad politeness, that he said-
"I think you can find none better, Miss Holbrook, if
you have neither respect for Miss Caffery's excellence, nor
sympathy for anything in her that you might wish other-
The reproof was too just to give offence-even Stephanie
felt that ; and now, waked out of her thoughtlessness, could
see that it had carried her too far. But she did not speak,
nor did we. Never had crickets such an audience as those
that were then performing. I sat looking out into the
fading sunlight, and wishing most intently that the silence
might have as speedy an end, when my eye suddenly per-
ceived a slight motion of the half-open door. Slowly it
moved in, and, a little startled, I touched Mr Collingwood,
who sat next me. He turned, and at that moment the door
swung clear back, and we saw the fine head and shoulders
of Wolfgang. I am sure we were all obliged to him, and
drew breath more freely.


"Oh no !-don't send him away! exclaimed Kate and I
together, half-answering, half-anticipating a gesture.
The dog stopped and looked at us.
He was a very large hound, of the old Talbot breed, deep
black, except where upon the muzzle and legs that colour
changed to a brownish-red; and with large deep-set eyes,
finely curved nostrils, and broad and very low-hanging
ears. He stood for a moment, and then walking up to his
master, he laid his head on his lap, and looked up with all
the love and confidence of a child for its mother; yet with
a shade of humility, of conscious inferiority, which made the
expression of his eye very touching. I saw Mr Colling-
wood's own glisten as he passed his hand over Wolfgang's
"I never can meet the eye of a fine dog without being
moved," he said at length.
"But what makes it look so?" I said; "what is he
thinking of ?"
Nay, there you ask too hard a question. It would be
as difficult for me to read all his thoughts as for him to
read mine; and yet in a way we understand each other
"He has beautiful eyes," 1 said. But what do you see
in them, sir ? "
"Miss Grace, when you have been coming home at night,
did you never look with particular pleasure at the win-
dows ? "
Very often.''
And why were they so attractive ?"
Why, because of the light within."
"You have answered your own question as well as
"Then you think, Mr Collingwood," said Kate, "that
Wolfgang is a sort of animated Baku, with a perpetual fire
in his head ? "
"In his head, or his heart," said he, smiling; "I don't
quite know where it should be located. But I am sure it
shines out through his eyes, and gives this half-melancholy,


half-resigned expression, which tells his consciousness of
having less intelligence than I have-poor fellow!"
And Wolfgang shut his eyes, and drew one deep breath of
Mr Collingwood," said Kate, as Stephanie left the room
to see what a knock at the front door might announce,
"will you let me ask you one question ? "
Will I let you, Miss Howard ? Surely that is one you
need not ask."
Yes, I need, for I want you to explain yourself a little.
Do you think it is wrong ever to criticise people ? "
You are reproving me now," he said, with one of his
pleasant smiles.
Indeed I am not-I have no right-I am simply asking
your opinion."
I don't know but I deserve a reproof," he said, after a
moment's thought; not for a bad intention, but for the
wrong working out of a good one. To your question, Miss
Hfoward, I believe I must answer 'yes' and no.'"
And you must please to explain," said Kate.
I think, then," he replied, that it all depends upon the
"how' and the 'to whom.' To say that members of the
same family, or very near friends, ought not to speak to
each other concerning the looks or character or manner of
other persons, would be to abridge that freedom of speech
and thought of which I am a strong advocate. But one may
talk and even laugh about such things, without a touch of
ridicule or contempt."
"And you think it is not right to speak of them to
strangers ?"
"I think if you mention the faults or infirmities of one
person to another who knew them not before, you do the
first an unkindness, which can only be excused by the hope
of doing good to the second, either in the way of warning
or example; unless always the friend to whom you speak is
judicious and trustworthy, and can see things with your
own friendly eyes. So I think," he added, as he rose to go.
"I wish I were always quite true to my own convictions."


"But, Mr Collingwood," said Kate, I don't quite under-
stand; we haven't got to the point yet."
Because you are afraid to bring me to it," said he, smil-
ing. "Why did I speak so rudely to Miss Holbrook ?-is
that what you want to know "
You did not speak rudely at all; but why was it wrong
for Stephanie to speak of these ladies to you, who know
them better than she does ?"
It was not in the least wrong for her to speak of them to
me or to any one else, unless in a way that-forgive me-she
ought not even to think of them. Words are not much; it
is the feeling which prompts them."
Then you do think one ought not to laugh at people ?"
"I think," said Mr Collingwood gently, "that it is danger-
ous to indulge one's-self in ridicule, especially of personal
defects or failings, which are now, at least, beyond control.
But I beg you to make every needful apology from me to
Miss Holbrook; perhaps I felt and spoke too strongly, for
Miss Caffery is one of the few really good friends I have
ever had."
We all liked her very much," said Kate; she is so very
gentle and pleasant."
It is more within than without. Upon a naturally fine
moral temperament has been built up that superstructure
without which mere natural qualities are so unsatisfying, so
unreliable-a lovely, well-developed Christian character !"
How warmly he spoke how like a chill fell his words
upon both our hearts We had it not-that beautiful super-
structure. I felt the shade gather upon my own face; and,
as I instinctively drew near Kate, and looked up to hers, I
saw the shade there-saw my own tears reflected beneath
her drooping eyelashes.
He said no more, but stood looking at us for a moment,
and then, with one kind clasp of the hand that emphasised
his words, that seemed to tell of sympathy in his eyes too,
he left us. And we sat down in the gathering twilight,
hand in hand, and thought ; until I, weary with the unusual
excitement of feeling, laid my head in Kate's lap, and knew


nothing more till I felt her lips upon my cheek, and heard
her voice say, that it was bed-time.
It don't signify," said Stephanie. "I daresay I oughtn't
to have said what I did about Miss Caffery, and I won't give
her any name but her own in future; but nothing shall
prevent my calling t'other one 'the bane of my life.'-My
mind's made up ; and I won't come about' for any Colling-
wood that ever set saiL"


I wear the hoop petticoat, and am all in calicoes, when the finest
are in silks."-Spectator.
I SAID the season wore on; and yet it was hardly that, it
rather flew-flew very quietly, for the two or three people
we liked best to see came but seldom ; and not even Miss
Howard would leave her books for mere bonnets and coats,
unless when it seemed absolutely necessary. So morning
visitors were left to my stepmother and to Miss Holbrook,
who was sufficiently amenable to the charms of society; and
Kate and I kept ourselves as usefully busy as Mr Howard
could desire. Stephanie often joined us, and would work
in good earnest for a while ; but a double rap would always
banish Euclid, and set her to speculating upon who that
could be." In the afternoon we were of course all together,
and saw whoever came ; and as Kate's habits became better
known, it did seem that the late circle increased at the
expense of the early one. At all events, we had company
enough to keep us from loneliness, and for the rest we
amused ourselves with Kate's harp, reading, flowers, walks,
and the moonlight reflections in our lake-" Luna and Luna,"
as we called them.
Early in the fall, Mr Ned Howard removed to Baltimore.
This was a sudden determination, but he had grown tired of
the Moon-or his wife had, which answered just as well-
and after very short debate and preparation they went;-
we paying and receiving one farewell visit. This change
was a trial to us all; and we looked sorrowfully at the
deserted house, and thought of the kind heart and smile


that had so often come to us from thence. Oh! what a
blessed thing that man has not foreknowledge !-how even
then the lines of circumvallation were drawing closer and
closer to our citadel, and we knew it not !
It had been matter of grave deliberation, as the cold
weather drew on, where we should spend it. To have town-
life and country-life succeed each other had always been our
intention. But now that hopes and interests, and means
too, were fairly shipped upon "the full tide of successful
experiment," Mr Howard thought he had better look after
them, and perhaps felt that one establishment speeded the
dollars quite fast enough; so we concluded to winter at
Glen Luna.
Plans and debates on other points were called for, but
that was in the in-door department. The fact was, that
the stream of dollars did not run our way ; and we found it
not always easy to intercept and turn them to our own
purposes. And when they could not be had, of necessity
a substitute must-such a one as woman's wit can furnish.
But if we are to stay here, mamma," said Kate one
morning, "we must at least go to town for a few days, to
get winter dresses, and all that, you know."
"I think we shall need nothing but what we have," said
Mrs Howard, musingly.
"Why, my dear mamma! there is not one of us but
Stephanie that has even a bonnet; and as to wearing those
we had last winter, they are a great deal too slight for the
country ; the first wind that came sweeping over these woods
would go right through them-the bonnets, I mean."
I know that, dear Kate; we cannot wear those; but I
think we can do without any. You know since Mr Cary
was taken ill there has been no church to go to, and there
is like to be none; and for all purposes of walking, I am
sure nice hoods will answer very well; for them we have
"But visits, mamma ?"
"All the neighbours we need go to see on this side are
very few, and very near, and sensible. I know Miss Easy


would welcome a hood as heartily as a bonnet. Visits at
the Moon may wait till spring."
Yes, to be sure," Kate said; but it seems very strange,
mamma, and I don't quite see the reason of it."
I hope it will not be so long," said Mrs Howard, "but
at present your father has a great deal on his hands."
"Yes, mamma; but I cannot conceive what that has to
do with our dresses; it seems to me that we are the most
And Kate looked up with an air that quite rivalled Don
Quixote in his defiance to windmills. Mrs Howard's face
rather grew graver and sadder.
I don't care much about the thing itself," Kate went on;
" it is not that, but the principle, mamma-the reasonable-
"There are few principles more important to a woman,
my dear child, than that of patient submission to circum-
stances. They are very seldom brought about by her own
agency; her work is not to build, but to beautify; and that
may be done in a log cabin. Money is less plenty than it
was, and we must try to see how little we can cost. We have
nice dresses enough for visiting, Katie, and at home calicoes
will best suit our means, and therefore best suit us. I shall
like to see how you will beautify them," she added, with a
"How many things which I call impossible, or wrong,
you prove to be possible and right, mamma!" said Kate,
" I wish I could always take the right view of things at
first !"
"To be sure of doing that," said my stepmother, fondly
passing her hand over the fair brow that was looking so
thoughtful-" to be quite sure of taking the right view of
things, Katie, one must always take the right stand-upon
duty, and not upon inclination. But if you sometimes make
a mistake, you never refuse to see and own that your position
was a wrong one."
The calicoes were sent for, and we made them up for the
first time. I thought myself quite dressed in one, especially


when I wore, too, an apron of new white cotton. Ah, I was
a simple child! but so little had dress ever been a part of
ourselves, that the transition from one style to another
seemed very slight. It mattered but little to our light hearts
whether caterpillars or jennies spun for us.
Mr Howard knew nothing of all this; it may be questioned
whether he even knew that we had asked him for very little
money. If we had proposed the question of Calico versus
Silk, he would have said--
"Have anything you want, there is money enough; just
make out a list, and I'll get you fifty yards of anything."
But we knew there never could be money enough while
there were too many calls for it; and our debates were
quietly settled without a reference. As to the mere fact of
our wearing one thing instead of another-if Mr Howard
noticed it at all, it was probably to remark upon our taste
instead of our economy. My stepmother knew better, saw
clearer than he did, which way improvements were tending,
and made a vain attempt to counterbalance; it would not
do. Things have their due weight only in the philosopher's
A lord and a lady went up at full sail,
When a bee chanced to light on the opposite scale."

Late in October, my father left home for some time on
business, and came back, as we thought, in remarkably good
spirits. But we got no clue till tea was over.
"Well!" he said, with a vigorous shove of his tea-cup,
"I've been buying some of the most beautiful cattle you
ever saw."
Not buying ?" said Mrs Howard.
Yes, buying-to the tune of six or eight. Let me see,"
and taking a paper from his pocket, he went on-
There is, first, 'Lady Howard' (she shall be yours, Kate,
my dear), a beautiful frosted Durham: I think she's the
finest creature I ever set eyes on."
"That's well," said Kate, laughing; "I shouldn't like to
have mediocrity bear my name."


"She's handsome enough to bear anybody's name," said
my father, enthusiastically, "and has more fine points than
I ever saw in any other animal. Then 'Snowdrop,' a white
two-year old; 'Auld Reekie,' a fine Ayrshire heifer-- "
But, my dear father," said Kate, who did help you with
that list of names ? Edinburgh isn't in Ayrshire."
They both happen to be in Scotland," said Mr Howard;
"and as to the names, Kate, the cows may have dubbed
themselves, for all the hand I had in it. Well, next comes
Duncan Gray,' a frosted Durham bull; Dewitt' and 'Lord
Clive,' two yearlings; and 'Sunbeam,' an eight months' calf,
that I think may prove the finest of the lot. She's a perfect
But what could you be thinking of, to buy so many cattle
just at the beginning of winter ?" said Mrs Howard.
What could I be thinking of ?-a dairy next summer, and
prize cattle for the fair. Why, Van Alstein (who is a very
clever fellow by the way), says there is no surer way of in-
vesting money."
No surer way of losing it, I'm afraid," said Mrs Howard.
"But you haven't half enough hay to keep them till
Plenty, for I mean to have it all cut and mixed with
brewers' grains. I must have some mangers put up to-
morrow; and I have bought a cutting machine that will
make inch-lengths of the hay in no time. Is there a fire in
my study ? I have some writing to do."
He is absolutely crazy !" said Mrs Howard, as my father
left the room,
Why don't you tell him so, mamma ?" said Kate.
"It does little good to speak when the thing is done; and,
besides, I don't know that I ought. Your father must know
his own affairs, one would think; and yet these 'invest-
ments' make me nervous."
But would these people mislead him, mamma ?-maybe
it will all turn out as he thinks."
Well, we will hope so," said my stepmother, with a very
unhopeful face.


The cattle came, and very beautiful they were, and in fine
condition. It seemed impossible that such fine creatures
should ever look less well and thriving; and the mere step
of Ezra Barrington about the yard gave promise they should
not starve to death that winter.
We were eating dinner one day soon after this, when
Caddie rushed in with-
If ye plase, sir, the cow's in the mud beyont."
In the mud ? what cow ? said my father.
"It's her that was coming from Squire Bulger's, Andy
says, sir."
Where, in the name of all uncommon sense, did she find
any mud to get into ?" said my father.
Meself doesn't know, sir; it's a soft spot some place."
As high up as Andy's head, I suspect. Most extraordi-
nary thing, that a boy and a cow couldn't travel the high-
road without walking into the first ditch they met!"
More cows to be fed ?." said Mrs Howard.
More cows to get out of the mud, my dear, which is
the present matter in hand. Have you any rope in the
house ? "
None but the clothes line."
Well give me that, then! how many clothes lines do you
think one cow would buy ?-study that, to restore your
And seizing the coil of clean rope which Caddie brought
in, my father set off, with all the men he could muster, to
find and help the unfortunate cow.
Then Kate and Stephanie and I laughed, and Mrs Howard
looked grave and then joined us-in which merry mood we
finished dinner.
"My mind is quite clear now about papa's being be-
witched !" said Kate. "I don't suppose he would care if all
Philadelphia were to see him !"
He would have small reason to care," said Mrs Howard;
"it is none of Philadelphia's business. Your father judges
of propriety by his own sense, not by other people's want
f it."


"I wonder if everybody else in this region does such things?"
You had better ask Mr Collingwood," said Stephanie;
"it's to be hoped he knows something in the neighbourhood
besides ladies."
The afternoon passed till long-shadow time, and nobody
came back; and then, partly anxious and partly curious, we
walked out to seek tidings. The scene in the barnyard was
worthy the pencil of Paul Potter.
The cow was alive, indeed, but too much exhausted to get
up from the sled which had brought her there; and being
of a somewhat spare habit, she looked none the less gaunt
for the coating of blue mud, which left a narrow strip of
dun colour along her backbone in rather bold relief. Hard
by stood the oxen, loosed from the sled but not unyoked,
quietly chewing the cud, and perhaps ruminating as well
upon the probable fate of the load they had conveyed out of
"the soft spot." Away off, Andy was halloing after Sun-
beam's vagaries, and the rest of the cattle followed in single
file the windings of the brook; while cocks strode majesti-
cally about the yard, and hens hopped up-stairs to roost, and
the real sunbeams were saying very plainly, good-night.
Mr Howard stood with arms folded, looking at the cow;
and Ezra Barrington, who was rubbing her head and side
with a wisp of straw, discontentedly remarked-
If she 'd been taken care of as I take care o' cattle, I 'd
ha' had her kickin' up her heels by this time, instead o'
having to pull her out o' the mud! "
What could make you buy such a looking cow, papa ?"
said Kate.
She's not in very good condition, to be sure," said my
father, "but that is easily mended; and she has some excel-
lent points, and will make a fine milker. And now, she
must have a name."
Let's call her Lady Bulger," said Kate, laughing; "which
is both an expression of politeness to the squire, and of our
hopes that the cow may grow fat."
Even my father had to laugh at this; and we left Lady
Bulger, and walked back to tea.


It became a constant amusement to go to the barn at feed-
ing-time. Even when the weather grew cold, and the road
was but a beaten track in the snow, we would run over, at
the end of the short winter day, to see the hay cut and dis-
tributed, and then to watch the cows as, in emulation of
human nature, they pushed and hooked each other about from
manger to manger, nor were ever satisfied with their own.
We were all there one afternoon, leaning over the fence,
and smiling at the strange cries and gestures which Mr
Barrington bestowed impartially upon Andy and the cows,
when Squire Suydam's English farmer came by. He stopped
and stood talking.
Bad 'abit, sir," said Roberts, shaking his head, as Snow-
drop executed a most prolonged lick upon one of her
shoulders; very bad 'abit, sir!"
Why ? said my father.
They lick off so much of the 'air, sir, and then swallow
it. I saw a calf once, sir, that died-most beautiful calf I
ever saw in my life!-and nobody could tell what was the
matter with him. Well, sir, they cut him open after he was
dead ; and they found a ball of 'air in his stomach as big as
your two fists, sir !"
"A ball of air in the calf's stomach !" cried Stephanie.
"I've heard of a soap-bubble, but-why, Kate, what do you
mean by stopping my mouth ?-I say, I shouldn't think
that would stand swallowing."
"You may be glad they had both walked away," said
Kate, gravely.
Why ? you think I should have had a lecture ? Not a
bit; Mr Howard would have laughed; he couldn't have
helped it."
"But just suppose Roberts had heard you."
Fiddlesticks! do you suppose he would have been scared
at the sound of a little h'English ? Come, let's go home;
they won't have done their talk in a week; and,
'By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes,'
so I don't want to wait for it."


"Will you go, mamma ?" said Kate.
"No, I shall stay for your father. But you had better all
run home as fast as you can-it is getting very cold; and
Andy is just going with the milk, so you will have an
He will," said Stephanie. Oh! how he would run if
anything appeared suddenlyy !' I think I see the capsizing
of the milk-pails. And how you do run, both of you! do
stop !"
But I am so chilly !"
Stop, nevertheless; in other words, moderate your pace;
in other words, walk slower. If you go rushing in to the
house at that rate, you've no idea what you will rush against.
What do you suppose I meant by 'the pricking of my
thumbs ? '"
Nonsense," said Kate, coolly.
Well, I meant sense for once. You see, while your eyes
were intent upon the cattle, mine saw where 'a little skiff
shot to the bay;' and I have no doubt-just walk, and not
run round this corner, will you ?-that its contents are
quietly reposing in our drawing-room. At all events," added
she, as we entered the hall, "their caps are at rest on the
Kate gave her one reproving glance, and then composing
her muscles, gravely entered the drawing-room.
Sure enough we found visitors-Captain De Camp and
Lieutenant Henderson; which last having voted three legs
of his chair a nuisance, was quietly balancing himself on the
fourth, with his head against the open study door.
Fine season for walking, Miss Howard," said the captain.
Very fine," said Kate. I hope Mrs De Camp is well
enough to enjoy it properly?"
"Quite well, thank you," said the captain, putting his
head and neck at right angles.
"But don't you think," said Mr Henderson, who had a
slight lisp, "don't you think, Mith Howard, it ith very
fatiguing to walk in thuch cold weather ?"
"Fatiguing? Oh no !" said Kate, smiling; "I think it


is very pleasant. I get fatigued if I do not walk, Mr Hender-
son. "
"So do I," said the captain. "I wanted to march off
after you at once, but Henderson wouldn't hear of it."
One hath to walk tho fatht !" explained the lieutenant.
You would have had a quick step to march to if you had
been with us," said Stephanie. "I don't doubt you would
have been fatigued."
"Impossible, I should think, in such company," said
Captain De Camp. "Have you been walking far, Miss
Howard I"
Only to our little settlement of barns and barnyard. It
is almost a pity you did not take so much trouble as such a
walk can give, and then papa could have displayed his new
"Did you ever know," said Stephanie, that 'air is very
pernicious to calves ? "
Ah ? said the captain, pernicious ?"
"Very," said Stephanie, with a grave nod of her head.
I always supposed the more they had of it the better,
Miss Holbrook."
"That's what I used to think," said Miss Holbrook;
"'but Squire Suydam's Englishman says they should be
brought up as much as possible on the 'air-tight principle."
The officers stared, and Kate and I were on the verge of
uncontrollable merriment, when Stephanie changed her
Have you been birds'-nesting lately, captain ?"
"Not lately; no, I have not been there for some time,"
said the captain, with a rapid laugh.
"Birdth-nethting !" said Mr Henderson.
The captain explained.
"Oh, I thee !-Mith Holbrook is quite thevere."
"But those are excellent people, Miss Holbrook, they
really are, though you would not think it. Most excellent
people !" said the captain, with a face of grave consideration.
"I should think it," said Kate, quietly.
"Miss Howard," said he, turning to her, you have not


seen the new sulphur spring near the Moon, and the fine
building that is being erected for the water-drinkers ? "
No," said Kate.
"I should be exceedingly happy to escort you there some
day, if you will permit me."
"And Mith Holbrook?" said Mr Henderson, from his
centre of equipoise.
Certainly !" said the captain, bowing.
Oh, thpare your thertainly,'" said his friend, languidly,
"I will take that honour upon mythelf."
"I will go in a minute," said Stephanie, "and so will
Kate, of course."
I should like to go," said Kate; and then, rather hesitat-
ingly, she added, "but I don't think I can."
"I hope I may disregard that doubt. A few days of this
weather will shut up the lake, and, I assure you, Miss
Howard, the ice is a perfectly safe and pleasant bridge.
Will you let me come for you next week ?"
"But suppose you were to come when I had made up my
mind I could not go."
Then I should at least have the pleasure of seeing you,"
said the captain; and there it rested, and the gentlemen
took leave.
"You are a strange girl for a truth teller," said Stephanie;
"what doubt could you possibly have ?"
Whether papa would wish me to go."
They went off up-stairs, and as I sat alone in the twilight
I heard Mr and Mrs Howard come in.
What does that man come here for ?" said my father, in
an annoyed tone of voice.
"What man ?"
"De Camp-I wish he'd do it!"
"Do what ?" said my stepmother, laughing.
Mr Howard vouchsafed no reply but an impatient glance,
and then, hearing Kate as she came singing down-stairs, he
walked off into the study and shut the door.
Mamma," said Kate, I have got myself into such a
serLape !


Such a scrape ?"
"Yes; or Captain De Camp has."
Mrs Howard really looked startled for a moment, as if my
father's last words might have been prophetic, but Kate
went on-
"You see, mamma, he wants me to go to the sulphur
spring with him, and I demurred at first, not knowing what
you would think of it; but at last I half consented that he
should come for me next week. And then, after he had
gone, it flashed upon me that I have no bonnet! Now,
what am I to do ? and what do you suppose papa would
say to the plan any way ?"
"I will see to that," said Mrs Howard; "and as to the
rest, Katie, I will make you a bonnet."
Oh no, mamma, you can't."
Oh yes, I can, and will; so you need think no more about
She was as good as her word, and before the next week
Kate was provided with a sufficiently nice bonnet; but at
the expense of what fitting and trying on, sewing and ripping
out! nobody wanted to go through that week again.
"The skating is as fine as possible," said Captain De Camp,
when he entered our sitting-room on Wednesday morning;
"it is perfectly delightful!"
"But I hope you are not going to skate back with me ? "
said Kate.
"Certainly not!" said the captain, with one of his strange
little laughs ; on no account I wouldn't deprive myself
of the pleasure of your company, Miss Howard, by running
away from it in that style. But I suppose I may infer from
your question that the doubt of last week is nowhere ? "
"I found it not quite so substantial as you represent the
ice to be."
"Melted away as the ice froze?" said the captain, with
secret delight at something.
Kate read his thought more truly than he read hers.
"I never could understand," she said, "why gentlemen feel
so much amusement whenever they find, or think they find,


fear in a woman. They are so often mistaken, too, as you
are in this case, Captain De Camp."
The captain was quite willing she should say more about
his mistakes, but she did not.
That ith becauthe they find tho much delight in coming
to the rethcue, ith it not, Mith Howard ?" said Mr Hender-
"The gentlemen ought to know, sir," said Kate; "if they
do not, how can I ?"
The gentlemen ought to go," said Stephanie, while one
of them laughed and the other considered, "and the ladies
"But, Miss Grace," said the captain, aren't you going?
Come, I can take care of you all, or at least of you both. I
suppose Henderson will attach himself to Miss Holbrook.
Run and get your bonnet."
I told him no, and with a very smiling face, for I felt ex-
ceedingly amused. There was no touch of shame or morti-
fication in my mind; but it seemed a very funny thing that
my reason should be the want of a bonnet, and that the
captain should tell me to put it on, and be quite unable to
guess why I didn't.
I stood watching the diminishing figures as they crossed
the ice, with a feeling that if I could have gone with them it
would have been pleasant, but that, in the present state of
things, it was rather amusing to stay at home,


"' And after him came next the chill December;
Yet he, through merry feasting which he made,
And great bonfires, did not the cold remember."
"WE were to spend Christmas at Daisy Lea, with all the
neighbourhood. This was the invariable custom, Miss
Avarintha informed us : Farmer Collingwood never accepted
any invitations himself, but always insisted upon this annual
gathering at his own house. For the last two years, indeed,
his health had been so poor, that he seldom could go any-
where, except as he now and then made a short visit in the
course of his daily exercise; and this, as we learned from the
same authority, was the cause of Mr Rodney's being at home
from college.
"He won't hear of anything else," said Miss Avarintha,
"though he was getting along so finely; nothing could per.
suade him to go back after he had once found his father not
quite well; and now, he just stays at home, and does every-
thing, and sees to everything, and studies himself to death
besides. I doubt," she added, confidentially, whether their
circumstances are over-good-that is a fine farm too ; but the
oldest son was desperately extravagant, and I know that Mr
Rodney supported himself at college; so sometimes I think
that all this writing isn't for nothing. Easy could tell you,
if she would; but she never will talk about Mr Rodney, ex-
cept to say that there is nobody like him, which may be all
very true, you know, Mrs Howard, and still one likes to hear
something more.


It was the perfection of winter weather-that is, of winter
weather in clouds; for the sky was softly covered with the
gray forerunners of snow, and the wind, which had been
piercing for the last few days, had now lost both coldness
and activity. Not a leaf stirred-at least, of those that still
clung to the trees; but many a one rustled and crumbled
under our feet, as we and the two ladies from the Bird's
Nest walked to the Lea together. Miss Easy was an em-
bodiment of merino and fur, with the tiniest indication of
black silk below all; while Miss Avarintha's dress was as
usual of the same edition, but gilt and illustrated.
"The Lea house," as it was called, was neither very large
nor magnificent. It stood near the extreme horn of the
lake, but set a little back in what seemed a mere clearing,
so thickly did the forest close in around it. This was but
a belt of woodland, however, through which little leafy
paths led to the farm which was thus fenced off; the trees
being now bare, we could see the background of hill and
meadow, and stubble-fields, with the barns and other farm
buildings which were grouped just at the far side of the
belt. The house had only one storey, but the dark roof
seemed to stretch away over enough of that, while most
hospitable curls of smoke welcomed us from the four corners.
No coal-bin here, but a great wood-shed, filled as if winter
were in truth a besieger. Late as it was, the turf kept some-
what of its green, and one or two hemlocks thrust out a well-
clothed arm from among their winter-bound companions. A
broad gravel walk surrounded the house on all sides, and was
overhung by its roof; and the perfect order of everything
seemed to have infected even the aforesaid blue telegraphing,
which went on softly and steadily as if it had never heard of
"But they don't keep house for themselves ?" said Mrs
Howard, with a sudden look and tone of pity for the two
gentlemen that were to stand such an inroad of ladies.
"Oh no, ma'am," cried Miss Avarintha, "my dear Mrs
Howard dear me, no They have an English housekeeper,
who has lived with them always for what I know, Mrs


Crown; she's a most excellent person. You'll see her at
the door; she'll come to meet us."
And she did, and ratified the lady's praise. To say no-
thing of the snowy apron and jingling keys (to both of
which I am partial), Mrs Crown's face and manner took your
fancy at once.
"How do you do, ladies she said, with a tone as fresh
as the open-air; I am glad to see you indeed Come in,
pray-it's right cold, or seems so to me who have come
from the fire. But it's handsome weather for young faces,"
she added, with a smile, as she looked at our flushing cheeks.
How is the farmer, Mrs Crown ? said Miss Easy.
But poorly, ma'am, I thank ye-this last starving weather
doesn't agree with him. But Mr Rodney is well."
And leading the way into a room which owned one of
the four chimneys and an unusual complement of books,
she took off our wrappers and shoes with all the good-will
in the world.
My mind misgave me it would snow to-day," Mrs Crown
continued, and to be sure I think it will to-morrow ; but
it's held off for Christmas. And somehow I've always
thought a stormy twenty-fifth brought ill-luck. Miss
Howard, there's a death of cold comes in at that casement!
I would have stopped it out, but Mr Rodney says the room's
warm enough-he has his table this side mostly in winter.
Won't you please to take that chair till I can undo these
fastenings for MAiss Caffery ? "
"Come here," said the lady referred to, as Kate somewhat
unwillingly left the fine view down the lake; come here
and look at the room-I think it is the pleasantest in the
I can't imagine how you can let all these people come
into it! cried Miss Bain, with a glance at the cloaks and
hoods and muffs that lay helter-skelter upon sofa and chairs,
and which were strangely at war with the spirit of home
and tasteful comfort which dwelt everywhere else. "I
should think it would put you out of all patience, Mrs


"Dear me, ma'am," said the housekeeper, "if Mr Rodney
keeps his, I can't say a word-and he never lost it yet, I do
believe. To be sure, I wouldn't let that black muff lie on
his desk-that did make me feel a little lofty. Thinks I to
myself-- And I did speak to Mr Rodney about it this
morning, but he just smiled as you know he does, Miss
Easy, and said that when ladies come so far in the cold,
there couldn't be anything in the house too good for
"Has Mr Carvill arrived ? said Miss Bain.
"No, ma'am, he has not."
"But I thought he was to be here by this time."
Mrs Crown's loquacity was, however, suddenly checked;
and bending down by Miss Easy, she seemed to have con-
centrated all her faculties upon a sleeve-button and loop.
"This button is a thought too large, ma'am, or the loop
too small. Now, is there anything more I can do for you,
ladies ?2"
Not for me, thank you, Mrs Crown," said Kate, to whose
eyes the appeal had rather been made. And thereupon Mrs
Crown gave it as her opinion that "there was nothing in the
house too good for some of the ladies-certainly "
We crossed the hall, and filed into a room of very different
moral atmosphere from the one we had left. The physical
atmosphere was even warmer, for in the huge fireplace there
blazed, with that slight, quiet noise which denotes good
wood, logs enough for a week's supply of an ordinary
family and chimney. But instead of the silent sensible
books, there was a buzz that one knew was not all about
fruits and flowers. The room was well filled when our five
selves were added to the Bulgers and Suydams and Browns
and M'Loons, whom the fire had already driven to the verge
of desperation and the wall.
Farmer Collingwood sat in his arm-chair by the hearth-
stone, and Wolfgang lay at his feet-paws stretched out,
and nose upon them--occasionally raising his eyes, but not
his head, at some extra noise or bustle. Mr Rodney was
everywhere and nowhere-at least I never could find him


where I looked for him. Now with Miss Easy, now with
Mrs Howard, first with his father and then with mine-then
coming to my quiet corner to smooth down my hair and ask
after my little felina, and once to bring me forward and find
me a seat by Kate. Then he would be moving some Miss
Bulger's chair from a door-crack, or shielding some Miss
Suydam's face from the fire; and at last he took a stand
by us to refresh himself," as he said, with a little reason-
able conversation."
"0 Mr Collingwood !" said Kate-" you to say that!-
'a little reasonable conversation'-when you have been
talking to ever so many people that we do not know !"
He laughed, and answered-
You may suppose, Miss Howard, that I wish to think
myself a friend, and you and Miss Grace very judicious.
But what if I were to follow your example, and beg an
explanation of something you said that night ? "
"With all my heart-if I said anything needing or worth
an explanation."
"I am supposing that we are friends, you know, and one
likes to have a friend's opinion even in slight matters. You
said you had no right' to reprove me; do you think friends
have not that right ?"
"Yes-and no," said Kate, laughing; "but you must
remember, Mr Collingwood, that I was almost an entire
stranger ; and--"
And you see that your shot glances," he said, with a
smile, for Kate had. stopped short in some confusion. Ah,
I have your opinion now about one thing at least! But, in
the abstract, Miss Howard, do you not like frankness, and
simple, plain speaking ?"
"Very much."
"Then why should it not be practised? "
It should," said Kate, hesitating a little; "there is
nothing I love better; only-"
Only the laws of etiquette forbid? "
No, not at all; or, if they do, it makes no difference; I
was not going to say anything so silly as that. But I can't


talk about it, Mr Collingwood," she added, laughingly, "for
you will make some other side application of my words, and
be as far from my opinion as you were at first."
"Set me right where I am mistaken, then," he said,
smiling. "If I understand you, Miss Howard, you think
the privilege of plain speaking should be confined to very
intimate friends. Now, I go a little further, and think that
true friendly interest may confer the right, when neither
age nor circumstances forbid. If I know myself, I would
take reproof most kindly even from a stranger, if it were
given in that spirit which is of charity and not of med-
If-but there is the difficulty; and people so generally
do meddle, that one is afraid of being misunderstood, and
classed with them."
Granted ; and yet, Miss Howard, if appearances are to be
the rule of right and wrong, do you know where that would
land us ?"
But," ventured I, "mightn't one do harm, sir, if one was
even thought to be meddling ?"
Perhaps so," he said, smiling; "though, I think, I
always feel the spirit with which advice or reproof is given;
there is much less danger of being misunderstood than
people fear; the chief point is, to be sure of one's own
motives. But I do not think, Miss Gracie, that it is best
to peril even appearances for a trifle; in matters of im-
portance, 'let every man stand or fall to his own con-
And how of things that are but incidentally important
-that you would neither put first nor last ? said Kate.
"Such as ?" he answered, with a look of keenness and
amusement that rather indisposed Kate to answer. Nay,
if you will not give me an instance, how can I tell? Perhaps
we should not agree in our division of classes."
I am sure you think you would not agree with mine,"
said Kate, laughing and colouring a little; but, Mr Colling-
wood, there are cases of minor importance, and, in such,
what would you do with public opinion ?"


What would I do with it ?" he said, with a smile, and
a bright lighting of the eye; "defer to it always, Miss
Kate, where I could, without compromising better things;
and where I could not, give it to the winds! Public
opinion must be kept in its place; and when it runs counter
to my own sense of right, the question is, or ought to be,
easily settled."
"In other words, one ought to have a great deal of moral
courage ? "-but that is an uncommon quality, and not easy
to get."
Because people take the wrong way to get it, I think,"
said Mr Collingwood. "The man who is brave for nothing,
hardly deserves the name; but men will dare every bodily
risk for what they love, or rather than desert their standard.
And so with moral courage; let the cause be but precious
enough; let the mind but fairly take in the need there is that
all lovers of truth should be not only steadfast but active
on her side; and that phantom of the world's approval will
vanish before the reality of its lost and suffering condi-
"You have got back to the more important things again,"
said Kate. "But I think the same rule applies to all,
except, as you said, to mere trifles."
"I think so. The division of classes would never be
fixed. And, after all, the matter comes very near home-
To thine own self be true-
And it must follow as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.'"

"That is just what you were telling papa the other day,
that you liked so much, Katie," I said.
Do you always remember everything your sister says
and does, Miss Gracie ?" said Mr Rodney, with a smile at
me, or my information-I wasn't sure which.
"Not quite, sir-I wish I could."
We had been too earnestly engaged with our own talk to
notice that of other people; but in the pause that followed
these last words, Miss Bain's voice demanded attention.


Isn't it very strange, my dear sir, that your son never
thought of acting up to his name ? "
"Up to his name!" echoed Farmer Collingwood.
Why, yes, sir-it's always a wonder to me that Mr Rod-
ney should have been anything but a sailor. Now there's
Captain De Camp went into the army for nothing in the
world but his name being Wellington."
He might better have stayed out of it, then," was the
But that's nothing to do with Mr Rodney, nor why he
shouldn't make a noise in the world," pursued the lady.
"Just think, sir-he might have been another Admiral
We don't have admirals in this country, Miss Avarintha,"
said the person spoken of, wheeling about-" and if ever I
trod quarter-deck, it would be under the stars and stripes."
Then you might have been Commodore, which is just as
good. Commodore Collingwood has a very distinguished
sound-extremely so; and I wonder you never thought of
it. There's something so stirring in a sea life-don't you
think so, sir ?"
"Very stirring indeed," said the farmer, with a look and
tone of voice that spoke of some discomfort.
And it's so good for young men to knock about in the
world !" added the lady, complacently.
Miss Avarintha," said Mr Rodney, in his way of quiet
determination, "will you take my arm, and let me find you
a seat by Squire Suydam ? He made me promise an intro-
duction, and I would bring him here, but you see there are
neither chairs nor good place for them."
Distinguished !" said Farmer Collingwood, in a low sad
tone, and looking after his son with unspeakable affection-
Rodney will find it hard to distinguish himself, if he
spends all his young life in taking care of me!"
That depends upon what meaning you attach to the word,
sir," said my father, who was standing quietly before the fire.
" The noisy applause of the crowd he may miss ; but if the
smile of God be distinction, Mr Rodney is in a fair way for it.'


The farmer took my father's hand, with one look of thanks,
"You are right, sir," he said; "and yet I am so prone to
forget it-so sure to remember all he might, and would do,
in more active life."
And the last touch of anxiety vanished before Mr Rod-
ney's word and smile as he came back.
It were needless to describe the dinner-everybody has
seen a Christmas entertainment, or read of one, or imagined
it. Enough that we had whatever the season could suggest
or furnish, prepared and served with all Mrs Crown's skill
and taste. Paper ruffles graced the hams, and bits o' Christ-
mas" the mince pies; and if the Alderman in chains" did
not look like a goose, it was only because he was contrasted
with the original. Parsley, and lemons, and bread crumbs,
were at a discount; while pleasanter yet to the eye was that
exquisite neatness and arrangement of table furniture which
tells at least one of the family characteristics. Bits o'
Christmas" were bestowed all about the room in every
pattern and variety of decoration; the cedar and hemlock
beautifully set off with pipsissiwa and laurel, and arbutus
berries; while the evergreen eagle, at the upper end of the
room, had his eyes of the bright orange capsules of the
bittersweet, and looked quite glaring. He played only
second fiddle after all, for on a stand opposite the fireplace
was a real bald-headed eagle, which had been shot in some
stoop after a lamb, and then stuffed; and he now stood with
wings outspread, and measuring more than seven feet from
tip to tip, as if to guard all American liberty that was then
and there represented. A most superb creature he was; his
dark brown plumage well contrasted by the white head and
tail, his legs, eyes, and hooked beak of a bright yellow;
while the crooked brown talons told of many an encounter
with living and dead prey. And so watched, we sat down
to dinner-
'Twere long to tell what steeds gave o'er,
As swept the hunt through Cambus moor."
How some people reined up on plum pudding, and some
upon trifle; and how my father helped a Miss Bulger to the


-- piece of pumpkin pie, with a degree of gravity that did
him credit. How it grew dark as we proceeded; how the
eagles shone out by candle-light; how we adjourned, took
a recess, and then came down upon coffee and wafers and
waffles and kisses, until the aforesaid Miss Bulger rode
"Alone, but with unabated zeal."
Then there is a general clearance; and, amid bustling and
talking and wrapping, they all go off; all but ourselves and
the ladies from the Nest, who, having not far to go, have
been begged to go the later. And as the last carriage wheels
become indefinite, we draw our chairs about the big fire,
which has somewhat spent its strength by this time, and do
what is popularly called cracking nuts "-in other words,
enjoy ourselves.
Mr Rodney," says my father, did you ever realise the
importance of a coat ? "
"Sir !" says Mr Rodney, looking surprised.
"Did you ever realise, ever appreciate, the importance of
a coat ? repeated my father.
"Really, sir," said Mr Rodney, smiling, "I believe I have
a sufficient appreciation of it."
Sufficient! but there is the very point," said Mr Howard.
" Now, what part of a man is his coat, sir ? "
There was such a laugh raised at this question, that speech
was impossible; but as soon as he could be heard, my father
began again with all gravity-
I know if I were to ask De Camp (I never saw a name
less acted up to than his), he would say to me, 'A coat, sir,
is that without which man is only a framework.' But now,
Mr Rodney, you are a scholar and a hard student, give me
some satisfactory answer, What part of a man is his coat ?
Is it the seat of his wits, or his affections, or his business
faculties ?"
We were all too curious and interested even to laugh.
Mr Rodney looked in the fire with a very serio-comic face,
and then said-
I should call it only a reflection, sir; sometimes of his
sense and sometimes upon it."


"Then you would not be disposed to adopt a slight altera-
tion of Mr Pope, and say-
Cloth makes the man ? '"
On no account! was the laughing reply.
You see," continued my father, drawing a long breath, as
if he felt himself relieved, "my mind has been ill at ease on
this point for the last six months; and I am very glad to
have you agree with my own unfledged opinions."
"But, Mr Howard," said Mr Rodney, "am I to have no
satisfaction about this mysterious string of questions ? It
is hardly fair, sir, to set one mind at rest at the expense of
an other."
You must explain," said the farmer.
Yes, sir, we are very curious indeed," said Miss Easy.
But Kate had sprung up, and, placing her hand before my
father's mouth, she exclaimed-
"N ow, papa! if you say any more-- "
And Stephanie ejaculated-
0 Mr Howard, pray do not! I don't know wnat Mr
Collingwood thinks of me already."
"I don't believe he knows himself," said my father, drily,
as he took hold of Kate's hands ; then, looking up, he told
her, smiling, that she might either stand there handcuffed,
or go back to her seat; and having so dismissed all op-
position, he proceeded-
"It's nothing very extraordinary, good friends, and, I'm
afraid, not at all uncommon. One day last summer, I went
into the hayfield, and the day being warm, I laid aside my
coat-unsuspecting mortal that I was !-and not realising,
as I said, its importance. And these two silly girls came
over (shall I say what for, Kate ?), and there, to be sure,
they found me working without a coat. Well, sir, it might
a'nost as well have been my head. Stephanie quoted
Captain De Camp, and Kate gave me an abstract of other
people, and fairly charged me with having left off to be
notional!-which, from her lips, is a grave imputation. I
denied that, of course; but not being able to think of any
one else, of whose common sense I was sure, except you


two gentlemen, I declared my firm conviction that at that
very moment you were making hay in as comfortable gear as
I was. And then afterwards, naturally enough, I began to
debate my question, What part of a man is his coat? "
"Well, Mr Howard," said the farmer, with a very indul-
gent smile, "you have taught us at least one thing-there
are no mistakes in Miss Kate's temper."
"No one could be long at finding that out," said my
father, affectionately.
But, papa," I said, Kate did not mean that she thought
so, only that other people did."
"Oh, you gipsy!" said Mr Howard, "to come in with
your elucidations Never spoil a good story, my dear, if
it cuts your friends to pieces."
"I don't believe Mr Rodney would agree with you there,
"I'll tell you what we had better agree upon, all round,"
said my father; "that an invitation to spend the day does
not mean to stay all night. Miss Easy, I don't wish to
hurry you, ma'am, but Mr Collingwood will think we are all
singing privately the old song of
'We won't go home till morning-
Till daylight doth appear.'"
"I wish you would sing it," said the farmer.
"My dear sir," said Miss Easy, "I am quite ready, and
very much obliged to you, yes, sir, for reminding me. But
I waited for Mrs Howard."
"I did have some such wild notion too," said my father;
"but I recollected that, 'time and space are trifles to a
lady.' "
"0 papa," said Kate, laughing, and stopping short at
the door, I have an indefinite recollection of a gentleman
who always writes a page after he is called to dinner!"
We were soon ready, and, leaving the other ladies in con-
sultation with Mrs Crown, Kate and I went back to the
room where we had spent the evening, and to the three
figures standing before the fire.


"And so, Miss Kate," said Farmer Collingwood, taking
her hand as she came up to him, and looking in her face
with a very gentle amusement and interest; and so you
think that books must of necessity grow mouldy in a farm-
house ?"
"I have said nothing of the sort, Katie," said my father,
laughing, as her quick glance brought the accusation.
Is not that your opinion ?" said her questioner, still de-
taining her hand, but very gently.
"No, sir," said Kate. "At least," she added, colouring
exceedingly, I suppose it is not true, whatever I thought."
"I am quite sure you are true," was the satisfied rejoin-
der, and there were no eyes there that were not well pleased.
"I should not venture to be anything else here, sir," said
Kate, trying to rally a little; "Mr Rodney will think I have
profited by his lessons."
No, I shall not," said he, smiling.
"Lessons !" said Miss Bain. Who has been giving
lessons ? You, Mr Rodney ?"
No, ma'am."
"W-Who then ?"
But nobody claimed the question.
Did you never hear of taking what is not given, Miss
Bain ? said my father. Mr Rodney, you need not stir-I
will see these ladies home."
That, however, was not listened to; so we sallied forth
eight strong.
There had been a flurry of snow, but it had passed over;
and now the stars were shining out, though dimly; while in
the west they were entirely concealed by the thick black
curtain of a cloud that hung there. The air had grown
cooler, and our steps fell quick, and our spirits were as light
as the untrodden, unsoiled snow that our dresses brushed
from the path. Mr Rodney walked first with his two com-
panions, then Kate and Stephanie, then Mr and Mrs Howard;
while Wolfgang and I joined them all by turns.


Every moment is expectancy
Of more arrivance."
WYE had a busy week of it. Time was, when both Christmas
and New Year were days of expectation and gilt books;
now, having to make all our presents, one day seemed
enough to prepare for; and as we were somewhat belated,
we had agreed to keep New Year. Each one had her secrets
-each chose her particular workroom or corner; and any
other eyes or feet that ventured within the tabooed region
were met with little screams of prohibition and dismay.
The house was full of mystery-on the carpet lay strange
scraps of silk and paper-from the pantry came no less
unaccountable pounding. Things were made of nobody
could tell what, and savours came from nobody could tell
where. We were kept in a state of delightful uncertainty.
"O Kate, my dear! how you do smell of varnish!" said
I, when she came up to bed on New Year's eve.
"I ?" said Kate.
You; what have you been doing ?"
"Papa has been varnishing a picture; do you suppose
that could infect my clothes ?"
Can't tell-something has. Oh me you are all mastich
or copal, whichever it is."
And Kate bent down over me, and gave me, as she said,
the last kiss for the year; but I think she gave me another
when I was half asleep.
We had been busy about things we knew not of-busy all


that week in making wings for our spirits-in brightening
ap our hearts to reflect the sunbeams on that New Year's
morning, till the sunbeams themselves seemed doubled-
quadrupled. Oh people may talk of the spring of the year!
there is no spring like that of a young heart. Its fresh
leaves, its unexpected flowers, the new life inhaled at every
breath, till the spirit swells like a mountain stream, with the
numberless rills of pleasure, like the throat of one of May's
early songsters, that would fain tell what it feels, but can-
not. And so on that bitter cold first of January, we young
ones had spring.
Our presents were but simple, except that my father gave
us each a handsome book; for the rest we had worked
slippers and ruffles and needle-books, and home-made bon-
bonnieres,-whence the varnish. Then Miss Caffery sent
us each a little geranium, and Farmer Collingwood an
Indian basket of lady-apples; so we thought ourselves
well off.
The moment breakfast was over, Stephanie began to hurry
herself and us.
"You see," she said, "it will take us some time to dress,
and I wouldn't miss a visitor for anything."
My dear child," said Mrs Howard, you forget that we
are in the country. What visitors can you expect "
But some might come, mamma," said Kate, "and it's
just as well to be ready."
"They always visit here," said Stephanie; "the captain
told me so himself."
So while I went over everything in the drawing-room with
my eye and hand (voted the quickest and carefullest in the
house), they arranged the cake-basket.
"What's all this for ? said Mr Howard, pausing before
the table where Kate had just placed it, and coolly helping
himself to a macaroon. "Your cake will be nothing but
chips by tea-time."
"But it isn't meant for tea."
"What then ?"


Company!" It was quite unnecessary to say more; and
presently my father helped himself to macaroon the second,
"I suppose I'm in no danger of interfering with anybody."
Why not ?" said Stephanie.
Because there is nobody to interfere with."
"Well, now, M r Howard, why shouldn't gentlemen come
here to-day ? "
"Why should they?-even granting there were any to
come. To be sure, I could go over to the Moon and beat up
recruits; I daresay I could pick up somebody that is fond
of macaroons." And Mr Howard took a third.
Now, papa," said Kate, putting her little finger in his
buttonhole, will you please to let my cake-basket alone ?-
our resources are not inexhaustible."
"But so long as I have enough, my dear, what does it
matter ? You can eat poundcake for tea."
Our gravity was so completely overset, that even Mr
Howard's face relaxed a little.
"Why should they come, indeed!" said Stephanie;-
"because there are three ladies here, and ladies are not as
plenty as blackberries in this quarter of the world."
My father shook his head, as if the blackberries had the
advantage in more respects than one.
Three ladies! I wonder where you studied multiplica-
tion ? "
There is Mrs Howard, one, and I am two-"
I always thought you were something besides yourself,"
remarked my father.
"And Kate makes three," concluded Stephanie, not
noticing the interruption.
Kate is nothing but a rosebud," said my father, looking
at her fondly, and arranging her hair after his own fashion ;
" you need not put her in your grown-up class; and as I
am in no haste to have her gathered, the longer she stays
out of it the better."
"I have heard of people's doing such strange things as to
admire rosebuds, and pick 'em too," said Stephanie.

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