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THE DAISY CHAIN;

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ASPIRATION'S

§. imilv Cliranicle.

AIjTHOE of "THE HEIR OF EEDCLYFFE," "HEAJBTSEASE, ETC.

' To the highest room, Earth's lowliest flowers our Lord receives : Close to His heart a place He gives, "VVTiere they shall ever bloom.'

IN TWO VOLUMES. VOL. I.

NEW" YOEK: D. APPLETON AND COMPANY,

549 & 551 BROADWAY. 1871.

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PREFACE.

No one can be more sensible tban is the Author that the present is an overgrown book of a nondescript class, neither the "tale" for the young, nor the novel for their elders, but a mixture of both.

Begun as a series of conversational sketches, the story outran both the original intention and the limits of the periodical in which it was commenced ; and, such as it has become, it is here presented to those who have alieady made acquaintance with the May family, and may be willing to see more of them. It would beg to be considered merely as what it calls itself, a Family Chronicle — a domestic record of home events, large and small, during those years of early life when the character is chiefly formed, and as an endeav- our to trace the effects of those aspirations which are a part of every youthful nature. That the young should take one hint, to think whether their hopes and upward-breathinga are truly upwards, and founded in lowliness, may be called the moral of the tale.

IV PREFACE.

For those who may deem the Btory too long and the characters too numerous, the Author can only beg their par- don for any tedium that tliey may have undergone before giving it up.

Kkd. 22m., 1866

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CHAPTER I.

* SI douce est la ilarguerite.' — Chaucee-

' Miss "Winter, are you busy ? Do you want tliis afternoon ? Can you take a good long walk ? '

' Ethel, my dear, how often have I told you of your impetuos- ity— you have forgotten.'

' Very well' — with an impatient twist — ' I beg your pardon. Good morning. Miss Winter,' said a thin, lank, angular, sallow girl, just fifteen, trembling from head to foot with restrained eagerness, as she tried to curb her tone into the requisite civility.

' Good morning, Ethel, good morning, Flora,' said the prim, middle-aged, daily governess, taking off her bonnet, and arranging the stiff little rolls of curl at the long, narrow looking-glass, the border of which distorted the countenance.

' Good morning,' properly responded Flora, a pretty, fair girl, nearly two years older than her sister.

' WiU you — ' began to burst from Etheldred's lips again, but was stifled by Miss Winter's inquiry, ' Is your mamma pretty well to-day ? '

' Oh ! very well,' said both at once ; ' she is coming to the read- ing.' And Flora added, ' Papa is going to drive her out to-day.'

' I am very glad. And the baby ? '

' I do believe she does it on purpose ! ' whispered Ethel to her- self, wriggling fearfully on the wide window-seat on which she had precipitated herself, and kicking at the bar of the table, by which manifestation she of course succeeded in deferring her hopes, by a reproof which caused her to draw herself into a rigid, melan- choly attitude, a sort of penance of decorum, but a rapid motion of the eyelids, a tendency to crack the joints of the fingers, and an unquietness at the ends of her shoes, betraying the restlessness of the digits therein contained.

It was such a room as is often to be found in old country town houses, the two large windows looking out on a broad old-fashioned street, through heavy framework, and panes of glass scratched with

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various names and initials. The walls were painted blue, the bkirting almost a third of the height, and so wide at the top as to form a narrow shelf. The fire-place, constructed in the days when fires were made to give as little heat as possible, was orna- mented with blue and white Dutch tiles bearing marvellous repre- sentations of Scripture history, and was protected by a very tall green guard ; the chairs were much of the same date, solid and heavy, the scats in faded carpet-work, but there was a sprinkling of kvs'jr ones and of stools ; a piano ; a globe ; a large table in the middle of the room, with three desks on it; a small one, and a light cane chair by each window; and loaded book-cases. Flora began, ' If you don't want this afternoon to yourself — '

Ethel was on her feet, and open-mouthed. ' 0, Miss "Winter ! if you would be so kind as to walk to Cocksmoor with us.'

' To Cocksmoor, my dear ! ' exclaimed the governess in dismay.

' Yes, yes, but hoar,' cried Ethel. ' It is not for nothing. Yesterday — '

' No, the day before,' interposed Flora.

' There was a poor man brought into the hospital. He had been terribly hurt in the quarry, and papa says he'll die. He was in great distress, for his wife has just got twins, and there were lots of children before. They want everything — food and clothes — and we want to walk and take it.'

'We had a collection of clothes ready, luckily,' said Flora; ' and we have a blanket, and some tea and some arrowroot, and a bit of bacon, and mamma says she does not think it too far for us to walk, if you will be so kind as to go with us.'

Mi-ss Winter looked perplexed. * llow could you carry the blau kot, my dear ?'

' O, wc have settled that,' said Ethel, ' we mean to make the donkey a sumptcr-mule, so, if you are tired, you may ride home on her.'

' But, my dear, baa your mamma considered ? They are such a set of wild people at Cocksmoor ; I don't think we could walk there alone.'

' It is Saturday,' said Ethel, ' wc can get the boys.'

' If you would reflect a little ! They would be no protection. Harry would be getting into scrapes, and you and Mary running wild.'

' I wi.sh ]lichard was at home ! ' said Flora.

' I know ! ' cried Ethel. ' Mr. Ernesclifi'e will come. I am Bure lie can walk so far now. Ill a.sk him.'

Ethel had clapped after her the heavy door with its shining bra.ss lock, before Mi.-^s "Winter well knew what she was about, and the governess seemed annoyed. ' Ethel does not consider,' said she. ' I don't think your mamma will be pleased.'

' Why not ? ' .said Flora.

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'J^TLdea^— a gentleman walking with you, especially if Marga- ret is going7~ ~~ — •

' i don't think he is strong enough,' said Flora ; ' but I can't think why there should be any harm. Papa took us all out walk- ing with him yesterday — little Aubrey and all, and Mr. ErnesclifFe went.'

' But my dear — '

She was interrupted by the entrance of a fine tall blooming girl of eighteen, holding in her hand a pretty little maid of five. ' Good morning. Miss Winter. I suppose Flora has told you the request we have to make to you ? '

' Yes, my dear Margaret, but did your mamma consider what a lawless place Cocksmoor is ? '

' That was the doubt,' said Margaret, ' but papa said he would answer for it nothing would happen to us, and mamma said if you would be so kind.'

' It is unlucky,' began the governess, but stopped at the incur- sion of some new comers, nearly tumbling over each other, Ethel at the head of them. ' Oh ! Harry ! ' as the gathers of her frock gave way in the rude grasp of a twelve-years-old boy. ' Miss Winter, 'tis all right — Mr. Ernesclifie says he is quite up to the walk, and will like it very much, and he will undertake to defend you from the quarrymen.'

' Is Miss Winter afraid of the quarrymen ? ' hallooed Harry. ' Shall I take a club ? '

' I'll take my gun and shoot them,' valiantly exclaimed Tom ; and while threats were passing among the boys, Margaret asked, in a low voice, ' Did you ask him to come with us ? '

' Yes, he said he should like it of all things. Papa was them and said it was not too far for him — besides, there's the donkey. Papa says it, so we must go. Miss Winter.'

Miss Winter glanced unutterable things at Margaret, and Ethel began to perceive she had done something wrong. Flora was going to speak, when Margaret, trying to appear unconscious of a certain deepening colour in her own cheeks, pressed a hand on her shoul- der, and whispering, ' I'll see about it. Don't say any more, please,' glided out of the room.

' What's in the wind? ' said Harry. ' Are many of your reefs out there, Ethel ? '

' Harry can talk nothing but sailor's language,' said Flora, ' and I am sure he did not learn that of Mr. ErnesclifFe. You never hear slang from him.'

' But aren't we going to Cocksmoor ? ' asked Mary, a blunt downright girl of ten.

' We shall know soon,' said EtheJ. ' I suj^pose I had better wait till after the reading to mend that horrid frock ? '

'I think so. since we are so nearly collected,' said Miss Win

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tor; and Ethel, seating herself on the corner of the window-seat with one leg doubled under her, took up a Shakespeare, holding it close to her eyes, and her brother Norman, who, in age, came be- tween her and Flora, kneeling on one knee on the window-seat, and supporting himself with one arm against the shutter, leant over her, reading it too, disregarding a tumultuous skirmish going on in that division of the family collectively termed ' the boys,' namely, Harry, Mary, and Tom, until Tom was suddenly pushed di>wn and tumbled over into Kthel's lap thereby upsetting her and Norman together, and there was a general downfall, and a loud scream, ' The sphynx ! '

' You've crushed it,' cried Harry, dealing out thumps indis- criminately.

'No, here 'tis,' said Mary, rushing among them, and bringing out a green sphynx caterpillar, on her linger — ' tis not hurt.'

'•Fax! Fax!'' cried Norman, over all, with the voice of an authority, as he leapt up lightly and set Tom on his legs again. * Harry ! you had better do that again,' he added, warningly. ' Be oil", out of this window, and let Ethel and me read in peace.'

' Here's the place,' said Ethel — ' Crispin, Crispiau's day. How I do like Henry V.'

'It is no use to try to keep those boys in order !' sighed Miss Winter.

' Saturnalia, as papa calls Saturday,' replied Flora.

' Is not your eldest brother coming home to-day ? ' said Miss AVinter, in a low voice to Flora, who shook her head, and said, con- ridcntially, ' He is not coming till he has passed that examination. He thinks it better not.'

Here entered, with a baby in her arms, a lady with a beautiful countenance of calm sweetness, looking almost too young to be the mother of the tall Margaret, who followed her. There was a gen- eral hush as she greeted Miss Winter, the girls crowding round to look at their little sister, not quite six weeks old.

' Now, Margaret, will you take her up to the nursery ? ' said the mother, while the impatient speech was repeated, ' Mamma, can wo go to Cocksmoor'r"

' You don't think it will bo too far for you?' said the mother to 3Iiss Winter, as ^largaret departed.

' 0 no, not at all, thank you, that was not — But Margaret has explained.'

' Y''es, poor Margaret,' said Mrs. May, smiling. ' She has set- tled it by choosing to stay at home with me. It is no matter for the others, and he is going on Monday, so that it will not happen again.'

' Margaret has behaved very well,' said Miss Winter. ' She bas indeed,' said her mother, smiling. * Well, Harry how ia the caterpillar ? '

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* They've just capsized it, mamma,' answered Harry, * and Mary is making all taut.'

Mrs. 3Iay laughed, and proceeded to advise Ethel and Norman to put away Henry V., and find the places in their Bibles, ' or you will have the things mixed together in your heads,' said she.

In the mean time Margaret, with the little babe, to-morrow to be her godchild, lying gently in her arms, came out into the matted hall, and began to mount the broad shallow-stepped stair-case, pro- tected by low stout balusters, with a very thick flat and solid ma- hogany hand-rail polished by the boys' constant riding up and down upon it. She was only on the first step, when the dining-room door opened, and there came out a young man, slight, and delicate-look- ing, with bright blue eyes, and thickly-curling light hair. ' Acting nurse ? ' he said smiling. ' What an odd little face it is ! I didn't think little white babies were so pretty ! Well, I shall always consider myself as the real godfather — the other is all a sham.'

' I think so,' said Margaret, ' but I must not stand with her in a draught,' and on she went, while he called after her. ' So we are to have an expedition to-day.'

She did not gainsay it, but there was a little sigh of disap- pointment, and when she was out of hearing, she whispered, ' Oh ! lucky baby, to have so many years to come before you are plagued with troublesome propriety ! '

Then depositing her little charge with the nurse, and trying to cheer up a solemn-looking boy of three, who evidently considered his deposition from babyhood as a great injury, she tripped lightly down again, to take part in the Saturday's reading and catechising.

It was pleasant to see that large family in the hush and rever- ence of such teaching, the mother's gentle power preventing the outbreaks of restlessness to which even at such times the wild young spirits were liable. Margaret and Miss Winter especially rejoiced in it on this occasion, the first since the birth of the baby, that she had been able to preside. Under her, though seemingly with- out her taking any trouble, there was none of the smothered laugh- ing at the little ones' mistakes, the fidgetting of the boys, or Harry's audacious impertinence to Miss Winter ; and no less glad was Harry to have his mother there, and be guarded from himself. '

The Catechism was repeated, and a comment on the Sunday Services read aloud. The Grospel was that on the taking the low- est place, and when they had finished, Ethel said, ' I like the verse which explains that :

'' They who now sit lowest here, When their Master shall appear, He shall bid them higher rise, And be highest in the skies." '

' I did not think of that being the meaning of " when He that bade thee cometS," ' said Norman, thoughtfully. 1*

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' It gccmed to be onlj- our worldly advantage that was meant bcforo,' said Ethel.

' AVcll, it mcaus that too,' said Flora.

' I suppose it does,' said ]\Irs. 3Iaj; 'but the higher sense is the one cliiefly to be dwelt on. It is a lesson how those least known and regarded here, and humblest in their own eyes, shall be tiie highest hereafter.'

And .Margaret looked earnestly at her mother, but did not speak.

' May we go, nianiuia V ' said Mary.

' Yes, you tliree — all of you, indeed, unless you wish to say any more.'

The ' boys ' availed themselves of the permission. Norman tarried tn put his books into a neat leather case, and Ethel stood thinking. ' It means altogether — it is a lesson against ambition,' said she.

' True,' said her mother, ' the love of eminence for its own sake.'

' And in so many different ways ! ' said Margaret.

* Aye, worldly greatness, riches, rank, beauty,' said Flora.

' All sorts of false flash and nonsense, and liking to be higher tlian one ought to be,' said Norman. ' I am sure there is nothing lower, or more mean and .sliabby, than getting places and praise a fellow does not deserve.'

' Oh! yes!" cried Ethel, 'but no one fit to speak to would do that!'

' rienty of jicople do, I can tell you,' said Norman.

' Then I hope I shall never know who they are ! ' exclaimed Ethel. ' But I'll tell you what I was thinking of, mamma. Caring to be clever, and get on, only for the sake of beating people.'

'I think that might be better expressed.'

'I know,' said Ethel, bending her brow, with the fulness of her thought — ' I mean caring to do a thing only because nobody else can do it — wanting to be first more than wanting to do one's best.'

' You are quite right, my dear Ethel,' said her mother; 'and I am glad you have found in the Gospel a practical lesson, that should be useful to you both. I had rather you did so than that you read it in (ireek, though that is very nice too,' she added, smiling, as she put her hand on a little Greek Testament, in which Ethel had been reading, within her English Bible. ' Now, go and mend that dfplorablc frock, and if you don't dream over it, you won't waste too much of your holiday.'

'I'll get it done in no time!' cried Ethel rushing head-long up-stairs, twice tripping in it, before she reached the attic, where ^h(; slept, as well as Flora and Mary — a large room in the roof, the windows gay with bird-cages and flowers, a canary singing loud enough to deafen any one but girls to whom headaches were Tin- known, plenty of books and tnasures, and a very fine view, from the dormer-window, of the town sloping downwards, and the river winding away, witli some heathy hills in the distance. I'oking and [leering about with her short-sighted eyes, Ethel Ifghted on a work-

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basket in rare disorder, piilled off her frock, threw on a shawl, and sat down cross-legged on her bed, stitching vigorously, while mean- time she spouted with great emphasis an ode of Horace, which Norman having learnt, by heart, she had followed his example; it being her great desire to be even with him in all his studies, and thou'T]i eleven months younger, she had never yet fallen behind him. On Saturday, he showed her what were his tasks for the week, and as soon as her rent was repaired, she swung herself down- stairs in search of him for this purpose. She found him in the drawing-room, a pretty pleasant room — its only fault that it was rather too low. It had windows opening down to the lawn, and was full of pretty things, works and knicknacks. Ethel found the state of affairs unfavourable to her. Norman was intent on a book on the sofa, and at the table sat Mr. Erneseliffe, hard at work with calculations and mathematical instruments. Ethel would not, foi the world, that any one should guess at her classical studies — she scarcely liked to believe that even her father knew of them, and to mention them before Mr. Erneseliffe would have been dreadful. So she only shoved Norman, and asked him to come.

' Presently,' he said.

' What have you there ? ' said she, poking her head into the book. ' 0 ! no wonder you can't leave off. I've been wanting you to read it all the week.'

She read over him for a few minutes, then recoiled : ' I forgot, mamma told me not to read those stories in the morning. Only five minutes, Noi-man.'

' Wait a bit, I'll come.'

She fidgetted, till Mr. Erneseliffe asked Norman if there was a table of logarithms in the house.

' 0 yes,' she answered ; ' don't you know, Norman ? In a brown book on the upper shelf in the dining-room. Don't you remember papa's telling us the meaning of them, when we had the grand book-dusting.'

He was conscious of nothing but his book ; however, she found the loo-arithms, and brought them to Mr. Erneseliffe, staying to look at his drawing, and asking what he was making out. He re- plied, smiling at the impossibility of her understanding, but she wrinkled her brown forehead, ho:(ked her long nose, and spent the next hour in amateur navigation.

Market Stoneborough was a fine old town. The Minster, grand with the architecture of the time of Henry III., stood beside a broad river, and round it were the buildings of a Convent, made by a cer- tain good Bishop Whichcote, the nucleus of a grammar school, which had survived the Reformation, and trained up many good scholars ; among them, one of England's princely merchants, Nicholas Ean- dall, whose efiigy knelt in a niche in the Chancel wall, scarlet- cloaked, white-ruffed, and black-doubletted, a desk bearing an open

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Bible before biin, and a twisted pillar of Derbysbirc spar on each Bide. He Avas tbe founder of thirteen almshouses, and had endowed two scholarships at Oxford, the object of ambition of the Stone borough boys, every eighteen months.

There were about sixty or seventy boarders, and the town boys slept at home, and spent their weekly holiday there on Saturday — the happiest day in the week to the May family, when alone, they had the company at dinner of Norman and Harry, otherwise known by their school names of June and July, given them because their elder brother had begun the scries of months as May.

Some two hundred years back, a Doctor Thomas May had been head master, but ever since that time there had always been an M. D., not a 1). D., in the family, owning a comfortable demesne of spacious garden, and field enough for two cows, still green and intact, among modern buildings and improvements.

The present Dr. 3Iay stood very high in his profession, and might soon have made a large fortune in London, had he not held fast to his home attachments. He was extremely skilful and clev- er, with a boyish character that seemed as if it could never grow older; ardent, sensitive, and heedless, with a quickness of sympa- thy and tenderness of heart that was increased rather than blunt- ed, by exercise in scenes of sufi'ering.

At the end of the previous summer holidays, Dr. May had been called one morning to attend a gentleman who had been taken very ill, at the Swan Inn.

He was received by a little boy of ten years old, in much grief, explaining that his brother had come two days ago from Loudon, to bring him to school here ; be had seemed unwell ever since they met, and la.st night had become much worse. And extremely ill the Doctor found him ; a youth of two or three-and-twenty, suflfer- ing under a severe attack of fever, oppressed, and scarcely con- scious, so as quite to justify his little brother's apprehensions. He advised the boy to write to his family, but was answered by a look that went to his heart — ' Alan ' was all he had in the world — father and mother were dead, and their relations lived in Scotland, and were hardly known to them.

' Where have you been living, then ? '

' Alan sent me to school at Miss Lawler's, when my mother died, and there I have been ever since, while he has been these three years and a half on the African station.'

' What, is he in the navy ? '

' Yes,' said the boy, proudly, ' Lieutenant ErnescliflFo. He got his promotion last week. 3Iy father was in the battle of Trafalgar; and Alan has been three years in the West Indies, and then he was in the Mediterranean, and now on the coast of Africa, in the Ata-> tontis. You must have heard about him, for it was in the news

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paper, how, when he was mate, he had the conimand of the Santa [sabel, the slaver they captured.'

The boy would have gone on for ever, if Dr. May had not re- called him to his brother's present condition, and proceeded to take every measure for the welfare and comfort of the forlorn pair.

He learnt from other sources that the ErnesclifFes were well connected. The father had been a distinguished officer, but had been ill able to provide for his sons 5 indeed, he died, without ever haviug seen little Hector, who was bom during his absence on a voyage — his last, and Alan's first. Alan, the elder by thirteen years, had been like a father to the little boy, showing judgment and self-denial that marked him of a high cast of character. He had distinguished himself in encounters with slave ships, and in command of a prize that he had had to conduct to Sierra Leone, he had shown great coolness and seamanship, in several perilous con- junctures, such as a sudden storm, and an encounter with another slaver, when his Portuguese prisoners became mutinous, and nothing but his steadiness and intrepidity had saved the lives of himself and his few English companions. He was, in fact, as Dr. May re- ported, pretty much of a hero. He had not, at the time, felt the effects of the climate, but, owing to sickness and death among the other officers, he had suffered much fatigue, and pressure of mind and body. Immediately on his return, had followed his examina- tion, and though he had passed with great credit, and it had been at once followed by well-earned promotion, his nervous excitable frame had been overtasked, and the consequence was a long and severe illness.

The Swan inn was not forty yards from Dr. May's back gate, and, at every spare moment, he was doing the part of nurse as well as doctor, professionally obliged to Alan Ernescliffe for bringing him a curious exotic specimen of fever, and requiting him by the utmost care and attention, while, for their own sakes, he delighted in the two boys with all the enthusiasm of his warm heart. Before the first week was at an end, they had learned to look on the Doctor as one of the kindest friends it had been their lot to meet with, and Alan knew that if he died, he should leave his little brother in the hands of one who would comfort him as a father.

No sooner was young Ernescliffe able to sit up, than Dr. May insisted on conveying him to his own house, as his recovery was likely to be tedious, in solitude at the Swan. It was not till he had been drawn in a chair along the sloping garden, and placed on the sofa to rest, that he discovered that the time the good Doctor had chosen for bringing a helpless convalescent to his house, was two days after an eleventh child had been added to his family.

Mrs. May was too sorry for the solitary youth, and too sympa- thizing with her husband, to make any objection, though she waa not fond of strangers, and had some anxieties. She had the ut

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most dependence on Margaret's discretion, but there was a chanct of awkward situations, which papa was not likely to see or guard against. However, all seemed to do very well, and no one ever came into her room without some degree of rapture about 31 r ErnoscliQe. Tlie Doctor reiterated praises of his excellence, his jiriiiciple, his ability and talent, his amusing talk ; the girls were always bringing reports of his perfections ; Kornian retracted his grumblings at having his evenings spoilt ; and ' the boj's ' were bursting with the secret that he was teaching them to rig a little ship that was to astonish mamma on her first coming down stairs and to be named alter the baby ; while Blanche did all the coquetry with him, from which Margaret abstained. The univer.sal desire was for mamma to see him, and when the time came, she owned that papa's Hwan had not turned out a goose.

There were now no grounds for prolonging his stay ; but it was very hard to go, and lie was glad to avail himself of the excuse of remaining for the Christening, when he was to represent the absent godfather. After that, he must go ; he had written to his Scottish cousins to ofl'er a visit, and he had a promise that he should soon be afloat again. jS'o place would ever seem to him so like home as Market Stoncborough. lie was quite like one of themselves, and took a full share in the discussion on the baby's name, which, as all tlie old family appellations had been used vip, was an open question Tlie Doctor protested against Alice and Edith, which he said were the universal names in the present day. The boys hissed evci*y attempt of their sisters at a romantic name, and then Harry wanted it to be Atalautis! At last Dr. May announced that he should have her named Dowsabel if they did not agree, and Mrs. May advised all the parties concerned, to write their choice on a slip of paper, and little Aubrey should draw two out of her bag, trusting that Atalantis Dowsabel would not come out, as Harry confidently predicted.

However, it was even worse, Aubrey's two lots were Gertrude and Margaret. Ethel and Mary made a vehement uproar to dis- cover who could have written Margaret, and at last traced it home to Mr. Erncscliffe, who replied that Flora, without saying wliy, had desired him to set down his favourite name. He was much disconcerted, and did not materially mend the matter by saying il Wiis the first name that camo into his head.

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CHAPTEKII.

'Meadows trim with daisies pied.' — Milton.

Ethel's navigation lesson was interrupted by the dinner-bell. Tliat long table Avas a goodly sight. Few ever looked happier than Dr. and Mrs. May, as they sat opposite to each other, presenting a con- siderable contrast in appearance as in disposition. She was a little woman, with that smooth pleasant plumpness that seems to belong to perfect content and serenity, her complexion fair and youthful, her face and figure very pretty, and full of quiet grace and refine- ment, and her whole air and expression denoting a serene, unruffled, affectionate happiness, yet with much authority in her mildness — warm and open in her own family, but reserved beyond it, and shrinking from general society.

The Doctor, on the contrary had a lank, bony figure, nearly six feet high, and looking more so from his slightness ; a face sallow, thin, and strongly marked, an aquiline nose, highly developed fore- head, and peculiar temples, over which the hair strayed in thin curling flakes. His eyes were light-coloured, and were seldom seen without his near-sighted spectacles, but the expressions of the mouth were everything — so varying, so bright, and so sweet were the smiles that showed beautiful white teeth — moreover, his hand was particularly well made, small and delicate ; and it always turned out that no one ever recollected that Dr. May was plain, who had ever heard his kindly greeting.

The sons and daughters were divided in likeness to father and mother; Ethel was almost an exaggeration of the Doctor's peculi- arities, especially at the formed, but unsoftened age of fifteen ; Nor- man had his long nose, sallow complexion, and tall figure, but was much improved by his mother's fine blue eyes, and was a very pleas- ant-looking boy, though not handsome ; little Tom was a thin, white, delicate edition of his father; and Blanche contrived to combine great likeness to him with a great deal of prettiness. Of those that, as nurse said, favoured their mamma, Margaret was tall and bloom- ing, with the same calm eyes, but with the brilliance of her father's smile ; Flora had greater regularity of feature, and was fast becom- ing a very pretty girl, while Mary and Harry could not boast of much beauty, but were stout sturdy pictures of health ; Harry's locks in masses of small tight yellow curls, much given to tangling and matting, unfit to be seen all the week, till nurse put him to torture evei*y Saturday, by combing them out so as, at least, to make him for once, like, she said, a gentlem.an, instead of a young lion.

Little Aubrey was said by his papa to be like nothing but the full moon. And there he shone on them, by his mamma's side, an-

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nouncing in language few could understand, where he had been with papa.

' He has been a small doctor,' said his father, beginning to cut the boiled beef as fast as if his hands had been moved by machinery. ' He has been with nic to sec old Mrs. Robins, and she made so much of him, that if I take you again, you'll be regularly spoilt, young master.'

'Poor old woman, it must have been a pleasure to her,' said Mrs. May — ' it is so seldom she has any change.'

' Who is she ? ' asked Mr. Erncscliffe.

' The butclier's old mother,' said Margaret, who was next to him. ' She is one of papa's pet patients, because he thinks her desolate and ill-used.'

' Iler sons bully her,' said the doctor, too intent on carving to perceive certain deprecatory glances of caution cast at him by his wife, to remind him of the presence of man and maid — ' and that smart daughter is worse still. She never conies to see the old lady but she throws her into an agitated state, fit to bring on another attack. A meek old soul, not fit to contend witli them ! '

' Why do they do it ? ' said Ethel.

' For the cause of all evil ! That daughter marries a grazier, and wants to set up for gentility ; she comes and squeezes presents out of her mother, and the whole family are distrusting each other, and squabbling over the spoil before the poor old creature is dead ! It makes one sick ! I gave that Mrs. Thornc a bit of my mind at last; I could not stand the sight any longer. Madam, said I, you'll have to answer for your mother's death, as sure as my name's Dick May — a harpy dressed up in feathers and lace,'

There was a great laugh, and an entreaty to know whether this was really his address — Ethel telling him she knew he had muttered it to himself quite audibly, for wliich she was rewarded by a pretended box on the car. It certainly was vain to expect order at dinner on Saturday, for the Doctor was as bad as the boys, and Mrs. ]May took it with complete composure, hardly appearing eensible of tlie Babel which would sometimes almost deafen its promoter, papa ; and yet her interference was all-powerful, as now when Harry and Mary were sparring over the salt, with one gentle ' Mary ! ' and one reproving glance, they were reduced to quiescence.

Meanwhile Dr. May, in a voice above the tumult, Avas telling * Maggie,' as he always called his wife, some piece of news about Mr. Rivers, who had bought Abbotstokc Grange ; and Alan Ernos- clifle, in much lower tones, saying to Margaret how he delighted in the sight of tlic^e home scenes, and this free household mirtii.

' It is the first time you have seen us in perfection,' said Mar- garet, ' with mamma at the head of the table — no, not quite f er lection either, without Richard.'

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' I am very glad to have seen it,' repeated Alan. ' What a blessing it must be to your brothers to have such a home ! '

* Yes, indeed,' said Margaret, earnestly.

' I cannot fancy any advantage in life equal to it. Your father and mother so entirely one with you all.'

Margaret smiled, too much pleased to speak, and glanced at her mother's sweet face.

* You can't think how often I shall remember it, or how rejoiced I — ' He broke off, for the noise subsided, and bis speech was not intended for the public ear, so he dashed into the general conver- sation, and catching his own name, exclaimed, ' AVhat's that base proposal, Ethel ? '

' To put you on the donkey,' said Norman.

' They want to see a sailor riding,' interposed the doctor.

' Dr. May ! ' cried the indignant voice of Hector Ernescliffe, as his honest Scottish face flushed like a turkey cock, ' I assure you that Alan rides like — '

' Like a horse marine,' said Norman.

Hector and Harry both looked furious, but " June " was too great a man in their world, for them to attempt any revenge, and it was left for Mary to call out, * Why, Norman, nonsense ! Mr. Ernes- cliffe rode the new black kicking horse till he made it quite steady.'

' Made it steady ! No, Mary, that is saying too much for it,' said Mr. Ernescliffe.

' It has no harm in it — capital horse — splendid,' said the Doc- tor; ' I shall take you out with it this afternoon, Maggie.'

' You have driven it several times ? ' said Alan.

' Yes, I drove him to Abbotstoke yesterday — never started, except at a fool of a woman with an umbrella, and at the train — and we'll take care not to meet that.'

' It is only to avoid the viaduct at half-past four,' said Mrs. May, ' and that is easily done.'

' So you are bound for Cocksmoor ? ' said the Doctor. ' I told the poor fellow you were going to see his wife, and he was so thankful, that it did one's heart good.'

' Is he better ? I should like to tell his wife,' said Flora.

The Doctor screwed up his face. 'A bad business,' he said ; 'he is a shade better to-day ; he may get through yet ; but he is not my patient. I only saw him because I happened to be there when he was brought in, and Ward was not in the way.'

' And what's his name ? '

' I can't tell — don't think I ever heard.'

' We ought to know,' said Miss Winter ; ' it would be awkward to go without.'

» ' To go roaming about Cocksmoor asking where the man in tho hospital lives ! ' said Flora. ' We can't wait till Monday.'

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' I've done,' said Norman; 'I'll run down to the hospital and Ond out. May I, mamma? '

* Without your pudding, old fellow ? '

* I don't want pudding,' said Norman, slipping back his chair. • May I, mamma V '

' To be sure you may; ' and Norman, with a hand on the back of Etliid's chair, took a iiying leap over his own, that set all the glasses ringing.

' Stop, stop ! know wliat you arc going after, .sir,' cried his father. ' What will tliey know there of Cocksmoor, or tlie man whose wifa has twins ? You must ask for the accident in number five.'

' And oh ! Norman, come back in time,' said Ethel.

' I'll be bound I'm back before Etheldred the Unready wants me,' he answered, bounding off with an elasticity that caused his mother to say the boy was made of Indian rubber, and then put- ting his head in by the window to say, ' By-the-by, if there's any pudding owing to me, that little chorister fellow of ours. Bill Blake, has got a lot of voracious brothers that want anything that's going. Tom and Blanche might take it down to 'em; I'm off! Hooray ! ' and he scampered headlong up the garden, prolonging his voice into a tremcndou.s shout as he got further off, leaving every one laughing, and his mother tenderly observing that ho was going to run a quarter of a mile and back, and lose his only chance of pudding for the week — old Bishop AVhichcote's rules contem- plating no fare but daily mutton, to be bought at a shilling per sheep. A little private discussion ensued between Harry and Hec- tor, on the merits of the cakes at Ballhatchet's gate, and old Nelly's pics, which led the doctor to mourn over the loss of the tarts of the cranberries, that used to grow on Cocksmoor, before it was inhabited, and to be the delight of the scholars of Stone- borough, when he was one of them — and then to enchant the boys by relations of ancient exploits, especially his friend Spencer elimb- ijig up, and engraving a name on the toj) of the market cross, now no more, swept away by the Town Council in a fit of improvement, which had for the last twenty years enraged the Doctor at every remembrance of it. Perhaps at this moment his wife could hardly sympathize, wiien she tiiought of her boys enmlating such deeds.

' Papa,' said Etiiel, ' will you lend me a pair of spectacles for the walk V '

' And make yourself one, Ethel,' said Flora.

' I don't care — I want to see the view.'

' It is very bad for you, Ethel,' further added her mother; ' you will make your sight much shorter if you accustom your eyes to them,'

' Well, mamma, I never do wear them about the house.'

' For a very good reason,' said Margaret ; ' because you haven't - got them.'

' No, I believe Harry stole them in the holidays.'

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* Stole tliem ! ' said the Doctor ; ' as if they weren't my prop- erty, unjustifiably appropriated by her I '

' They Tvere that pair that you never could keep on, papa,' said Ethel — ' no use at all to you. Come, do lend me some.'

' I'm sure I shan't let you wear them,' said Harry. ' I shan't go, if you choose to make yourself such an object.'

' Ah ! ' said the father, ' the boys thought it time to put a stop to it when it came to a caricature of the little Doctor in petticoats.'

' Yes, in Norman's Lexicon,' said Ethel, ' a capital likeness of you, papa ; but I never could get him to tell me who drew it.'

Nor did Ethel know that that caricature had been the cause of the black eye that Harry had brought home last summer. Harry returned, to protest that he would not join the walk, if she chose to be seen in the spectacles, while she undauntedly continued her petition though answered that she would attract the attacks of the C|uarry-men who would take her for an attenuated owl.

*I wish you were obliged to go about without them yourself, papa!' cried Ethel, ' and then you would know how tiresome it is not to see twice the length of your own nose.'

' Not such a very short allowance either, ' said the Doctor, t^uaintly, and therewith the dinner concluded. There was apt to be a race between the two eldest girls, for thf. honour of bringing down the baby ; but this time their father strode up three steps at once, turned at the top of the first flight, made his bow to them, and presently came down with his little daughter in his arms, nodded triumphantly at the sisters, and set her down on her mother's lap.

' There, Maggie, you are complete, you old hen-and-chicken daisy. Can't you take her portrait in the character, 3Iargafet ? '

' With her pink cap, and Blanche and Aubrey as they are now, on each side ? ' said Flora.

' Margaret ought to be in the picture herself,' said Ethel. ' Fetch the artist in Norman's Lexicon, Harry.'

' Since he has hit off one of us so well,' said the doctor. ' Well ! I'm off. I must see old Southern. You'll be ready by three? Good-bye, hen and chicken.'

'And I may have the spectacles?' said Ethel, running after him; 'you know I am an injured individual, for mamma won't let me carry baby about the house, because I am so blind.'.

' You are welcome to embellish yourself, as far as I am con- cerned.'

A general dispersion ensued, and only Mrs. May, Margaret, and the baby, remained.

' 0 no ! ' sighed Margaret ; ' you can't be the hen-and-chicken daisy properly, without all your chickens. It is the first christen- ing we ever had without our all being there.'

' It was best not to press it, my dear,' said her mother. * Your papa would have had his thoughts turned to the disappointment

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agaiL, and it makes Ilichard Liniself so unhappy to Bee his vexation that I believe it is better not to renew it.'

* IJut to miss him for so long ! ' said Margaret. ' Perhaps it is best, for it is very miserable, when papa is sarcastic and sharp, and he cannot understand it, and takes it as meaning so much morr than it really does, and grows all the more frightened and diffident I cannot think what he would do without you to encourage him.'

' Or you, you good sister,' said her mother, smiling. ' If we could only teach him not to mind being laughed at, and to have Borae contidence in himself, he and papa would get on together.'

' It is very hard,' cried Margaret, almost indignantly, ' that papa won't believe it, when he does his best ! '

' I don't think jjapa can bear to bring himself to believe that it is his best.'

' He is too clever himself to see how other people can be slow,' said Margaret ; ' and yet ' — the tears came into her eyes — ' I cannot bear to think of his telling Ilichard it was no use to think of being a Clergyman, and he had better turn carpenter at once, just because he had failed in his examination.'

* My dear, I wish you would forget that,' said Mrs. May. ' You know papa sometimes says more than he means, and he was excessively vexed and disappointed. I know he was pleased with Ritchie's resolve not to come home again till he had passed, and it is best that it should not be broken.'

* The whole vacation, studying so hard, and this Christening ! ' said Margaret ; ' it is treating him as if he had done wrong. I do believe Mr. Ernescliffe thinks he has — for papa always turns away the conversation, if his name is mentioned ! I wish you would explain it, mamma ; I can't bear ihat.^

' If I can,' said Mrs. May, rather pleased that Margaret had not taken on herself this vindication of her favourite brother at her father's expense. ' But after all, Margaret, I never feel quite sure that poor llitchie does exert himself to the utmost ; he is too de- sponding to make the most of himself

' And the more vexed papa is, the worse it grows ! ' said Margaret. ' It irf provoking, though. How I do wish sometimes to give Ritchie a jog, when there is some stumbling-block that he sticks fast at. Don't you remember those sums, and those declen- sions? When he is so clear and sensible about practical matters too — anything but learning — I cannot think why — and it is very mortifying ! '

* I dare say it is very good for us not to have our ambition gratified,' said her mother. ' There are so many troubles worse than these failures, that it only shows how happy we arc that wc should take them so nmch to heart.'

' Tiicy are a very real trouble ! ' said Margaret. ' Don't smile, mamma. Only remember how wretched his school days were,

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when papa could not see any difficulty in what to him was so hard, and how all papa's eagerness only stupified hiui the more.'

' They are a comfort not to have that over again. Yet,' said the mother, ' I often think there is more fear for Norman. I dread his talent and success being snares.'

' There is no self-sufficiency about him,' said Margaret.

' I hope not, and he is so transparent, that it would be laughed down at the first bud ; but the universal good report, and certainty of success, and being so often put in comparison with Richard, ia hardly safe. I was very glad he heard what Ethel said to-day.'

' Ethel spoke very deeply,' said Margaret ; ' I was a good deal struck by it-— she often comes out with such solid thoughts.'

' She is an excellent companion for Norman.'

' The desire of being first ! ' said Margaret, ' I suppose that is a form of caring for oneself! It set me thinking a good deal, mamma, how many forms of ambition there are. The craving for rank, or wealth, or beauty, are so clearly wrong, that one does not question about them ; but I suppose, as Ethel said, the caring to be first in attainments is as bad.'

' Or in affection,' said Mrs. May.

' In affection — oh ! mamma, there is always some one person with whom one is first,' said Margaret, eagerly; and then, her colour deepening, as she saw her mother looking at her, she said hastily, ' Ritchie — I never considered it — but I know — it is my great pleasure — oh, mamma ! '

' Well, my dear, I do not say but that you are the first with Richard, and that you well deserve to be so ; but is the seeking to be the first even in that way safe ? Is it not self-seeking again ? '

' Well, perhaps it is. I know it is what makes jealousy.'

' The only plan is not to think about ourselves at all,' said Mrs. May. ' Affection is round us like sunshine, and there is no use in measuring and comparing. We must give it out freely ourselves, hoping for nothing again.'

* O, mamma, you don't mean that ! '

' Perhaps I should have said, bargaining for nothing again. It will come of itself, if we don't exact it ; but rivalry is the sure means of driving it away, because that is trying to get oneself worshipped.'

' I suppose, then, you have never thought of it,' said Margaret, smiling.

' AVhy, it would have been rather absurd,' said Mrs. May, laugh- ing, < to begin to torment myself, whether you were all fond of me 1 you all have just as much affection for me, from beginning to end, as is natural, and what's the use of thinking about it ? No, no, Margaret, don't go and protest that you love me, more than is natural,' as Margaret looked inclined to say something very eager, that would be in the style of Regan and Goneril. It will be

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natural by-and-by that you should, Bome of you, love some one clsa better and if I cared for being first, what should I do then ? '

' 0, inamnia ! — But,' said Margaret, suddenly, ' 3'ou are always sure of paj)a.' ,

* In one way, yes,' said Mrs. May; ' but how do I know how long — ' Calm as she was, she could not finish that sentence. * No, Margaret, depend upon it, the only security is, not to think- about ourselves at all, and not to fix our mind on any aflection on earth. The least share of tlie Love above, is the fulness of all blessing, and if we seek that first, all these things will be added unto us, and are,' she whispered more to herself than to Margaret.

CHAPTER III.

' Wee mo(le?t crimson-tipped flower, Ttio'i'.'t met me in an evil hour. For I maun crush ainang tho stoure

Tliy »lcMiler stem. To spare thee now is past my power.

Thou bonnio gem." — Burks.

Is this all the walking party ? ' exclaimed Mr. Ernescliffe, as Miss Winter, Flora, and Norman gatliered in the haU.

' JIarry won't go because of Ethel's spectacles,' answered Flora; ' and Mary and he are inseparable, so they are gone with Hector to have a shipwreck in the field.'

' And your other sisters ? '

' Margaret has ratted — she is going to drive out with mamma,' said Norman ; ' as to Ethcldred the Unready, I'll run up and hurry her.'

' In a moment he was at her door. ' Oh ! Norman, come in Is it time?'

'I should think so ! You're keeping every one waiting.'

' Oh dear ! go on ; only just tell mo the past participle of ofero, and I'll catch you up.'

' Oblatus:

' 0, yes, how stupid. The a long or short ? Then that's right. I had such a line in my head. I was forced to write it down. la not it a capital subject this time ? '

'The devotion of Decius? Capital. Let me see ?' said Nor- man, taking up a paper scribbled in pencil, with Latin verses. ' 0 you have taken up quite a different line from mine. I began with 3lount Vesuvius ."^pouting lava like anything.'

' liut Mount Vesuvius didn't spout till it overthrew Pompeii.'

' Murder ! ' cried Norman, * I forgot ! It's lucky yeu put me in inind. I must make a fresh beginning. There go my six best lines ! However, it was an uncanny place, fit for hobgoblins, and

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shades, and funuy customers, which will do as well for my purpose, Ha ! that's grand about its being so much better than the va7ia gloria iriumphalis — only take care of the scanning there — ' ' If it was but English. Something like this : —

For what is equal to the fame Of forgetting self in the aim.

That's not right, but — '

' Ethel, Norman, what are you about ? ' cried Flora, ' Do you mean to go to Cocksmoor to-day ? '

* Oh yes ! ' cried Ethel, flying into vehement activity ; ' only I ve lost my blue-edged handkerchief — Flora, have you seen it ? '

' No ; but here is your red scarf

' Thank you, there is a good Flora. And oh ! I finished a frock all but two stitches. Where is it gone ? Go on, all of you, I'll overtake you —

Purer than breath of earthly frara?, Is losing self in a glorious aim.

Is that better, Norman ? '

' You'll drive us out of patience,' said Flora, tying the handker- chief round Ethel's throat, and pulling out the fingers of her gloves, which of course were inside out ; ' are you ready ? ' ,

' Oh, my frock ! my frock ! There 'tis — three stitches — go on, and I'll come,' said Ethel, seizing a needle, and sewing vehemently at a little pink frock. 'Go on. Miss Y/inter goes slowly up the hill, and I'll overtake you.'

' Come, Norman, then ; it is the only way to make her come at all.'

' I shall wait for her,' said Norman. ' Go on, Flora, we shall catch you up in no time; ' and, as Flora went, he continued, ' Never mind your aims and fames and trumpery English rhymes. Your verses will be much the best, Ethel; I only went on a little about Jlount Vesuvius and the landscape, as Alan described it the other day, and Decius taking a last look, knowing he was to die. I made him beg his horse's pardon, and say how they will both be remem- bered, and their self-devotion would inspire liomans to all posterity, and shout with a noble voice ! ' said Norman, repeating some of his lines, correcting them as he proceeded.

'■ Oh ! yes ; but oh ! dear, I've done. Come along,' said Ethel, crumpling her work into a bundle, and snatching up her gloves — then, as they ran down stairs, and emerged into the street, ' it is a famous subject.'

' Yes, you have made a capital beginning. If you won't break down somewhere, as you always do, with some frightful false quantity, that you would get an imposition for, if you were a boy. I wish you were. I should like to see old Hoxton's face if you were to show him up some of these verses.'

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* I'll toll }0U what, Norman, if I was you, I would not make Dccius lluttcr himself with the fame he was to get— it is too like the stuff every one talks in stupid hooks. I want him to say — Rome— my country — the eagles — must win, if they do — never mind what becomes of me.'

' But why should he not like to get the credit of it, as he did . Fame and glory — they are the spirit of life, the reward of such a death.'

' 0 no, no,' said Ethel. ' Fame is coarse and vulgar — blinder than ever they draw Love or Fortune — she is only a personified newspaper, trumpeting out all that is extraordinary, without mind- ing whether it is good or bad. She misses the delicate and lovely

I wished they would give us a theme to write about her. I

fihould like to abuse her well.'

' It would make a very good theme, in a new line,' said Nor- man; 'but I don't give into it, altogether. It is the hope and the thought of fame, that has made men great, from first to last. It ia in every one that is not good for nothing, and always will be ! The moving spirit of man's greatness ! '

'I'm not sure,' said Ethel; 'I think looking for fame is like wanting a reward at once. I had rather people forgot themselves. Do you think Arnold von Winkolricd thought about fame, when he threw himself on the spears ? '

' He got it,' said Norman.

*Yes; he got it for the good of other people, not to please him- self. Fame does those that admire it good, not those that win it.'

' But! ' said Norman, and both were silent for some short inter- val, as they left the last buildings of the town, and began to mount a steep hill. Presently Norman slackened his pace, and driving his stick vehemently against a stone, exclaimed, ' It is no use talk- ing, Ethel, it is all a fight and a race. One is always to try to be foremo.st. Tliat's the spirit of the thing — that's what the great, from first to last, have struggled, and fought, and lived, and died for.'

' I know it is a battle, I know it is a race. The Bible says so,' replied Ethel; 'but is not there the difference, that here all may ^vin — not only one ? One may do one's best, not care whether one is first or last. That's what our reading to-day said.'

' That was against trumpery vanity — false elevation — not what one has earned for oneself, but getting into other people's places that one never deserved. That every one despises ! '

' Of course ! That they do. I say, Norman, didn't you mean Harvey Anderson ? '

Instoad of answering, Norman exclaimed, 'It is pretension that \A hateful — true exeelliiig is what one's life is for. No, no, I'll never be beat, Ethel — I never have been beat by any one, except by you, wlien you take pains,' he added, looking exultingly at hia Bister, ' and I never will be.'

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'ONoiman!'

' I mean, of course, "wliile I hare senses. I ^vould not be like Richard for all the world.'

' 0 no, no, poor Richard ! '

' He is an excellent fellow in everything else,' said Norman ; ' I could sometimes wish I was more like him — but how he can be so amazingly slow, I can't imagine. That examination paper he broke down in — I could have done it as easily as possible.'

' I did it all but one question,' said Ethel, ' but so did he, you know, and we can't tell whether we should have it done well enough.'

' I know I must do something respectable when first I go to Oxford, if I don't wish to be known as the man whose brother was plucked,' said Norman.

' Yes,' said Ethel; ' if papa will but let you try for the Eandall scholarship next year, but he says it is not good to go to Oxford so young.'

' And I believe I had better not be there with Richard,' added Norman. ' I don't like coming into contrast with him, and I don't think he can like it, poor fellow, and it isn't his fault. I had rather stay another year here, get one of the open scholarships, and leave the Stoneborough ones for those who can do no better.'

In justice to Norman, we must observe that this was by no means said as a boast. He would scarcely have thus spoken to any one but Etheldred, to whom, as well as to himself, it seemed mere matter-of-fact. The others had in the mean time halted at the top of the hill, and were looking back at the town — the great old Min- ster, raising its twin towers and long roof, close to the river, where rich green meadows spread over the valley, and the town rising irregularly on the slope above, plentifully interspersed with trees and gardens, and one green space on the banks of the river, speckled over with a flock of little black dots in rapid motion.

* Here you are ! ' exclaimed Flora. ' I told them it was of no use to wait when you and Norman had begun a dissertation.'

' Now, Mr. Ernescliflfe, I should like you to say,' cried Ethel, ' which do you think is the best, the name of it, or the thing ? ' Her eloquence always broke down with any auditor but her brother or, perhaps, Margaret.

' Ethel ! ' said Norman, ' how is any one to understand you ? The argument is this : Ethel wants people to do great deeds, and be utterly careless of the fame of them ; I say, that love of glory is a mighty spring.'

' A mighty one,' said Alan ; ' but I think, as far as I under- stand the question, that Ethel has the best of it,'

' I don't mean that people should not serve the cause first of all,' said Norman, 'but let them have their Tight place and duo honour,'

26 Tin: daisy chain.

' They bad better make up tbeir minds to do witbout it,' said Alan ' llfmember

" The world knows nothing of its greatest men."

Tbcn it is a great sbame,' said Norman.

* But do 3'ou tbiuk it rigbt,' said Etbel, ' to care for distinction r It is a great tiling to earn it, but I don't tbink one sbould care for tbc outer glory.'

' I bcilicvc it is a great temptation,' said Alan. ' Tbe being over elated or over depressed by success or failure in tbe eyes of tbe world, iudei)endeutly of tbe exertion we bave used — '

* You call it a temptation ? ' said Etbel

* Decidedly so.'

' But one can't live or get on witbout it,' said Norman.

Tliere tbcy were cut sbort. Tbere was a plantation to bo crossed, witb a gate tbat would not open, and tbat seemed an effect- ual barrier against botb Miss AVinter and tbe donkc}', until by persuasive eloquence and great gallantry, Mr. Ernescliffe per- formed tbe wonderful feat of getting tbe former over tbe tall fence wbile Norman conducted tbe doidiey a long way round, undertak- ing to meet tliem at tbe otber side of tbc plantation.

Tbe talk became desultory, as tbcy proceeded for at least a mile along a cart-track, tbrougb soft tufted grass and bcatb, and young fir trees. It ended in a broad open moor^ stony and full of damp boggy bollows, forlorn and desolate under tbe autumn sky. Uerc tbey met Norman again, and walked on along a very rougb and dirty road, tbe ground growing more decidedly into bills and valleys as tbcy advanced, till tbey found tbemselves before a small, but very steep billock, one side of wbicb was cut away into a slate (juarry. Hound tbis stood a colony of rougbly-built buts, of mud, turf, or large blocks of tbe slate. Many workmen were engaged in si)litting up tbe slates, or loading waggons witb tbem, rude, wild- looking men, at tbe sigbt of wbom tbe ladies sbrauk up to tbeir protectors, but Avbo seemed too busy even to spare time for staring at tbem.

Tbey were directed to Jobn Taylor's bouse, a low mud cottage, very wretebed looking, and apparently so smoky, tbat Mr. Ernes- cliffe and Nurman were glad to remain outside and survey tbo (quarry, while tbe ladies entered.

Inside tbey found more cleanliness and neatness tban tbey bad expected, but there was a sad appearance of poverty, insufficient furniture, and the cups and broken tea-pot on tbe table, holding nothing but toast and water, as a substitute for tbeir proper con- tents. Tbe poor woman was sitting by tbe fire witb one twin on ber lap, and tbe other on a chair by her side, and a larger child ■was in the corner by tbe fire, looking heavy and ill, while others of different ages lounged about listlessly. She was not untidy, but

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very pale, and slie spoke in a meek, subdued way, as it tne ills of life were so heavy on her that she had no spirit even to complain. She thanked them for their gifts but languidly, and did not visibly brighten when told that her husband was better.

Flora asksd when the babes would be christened.

' I can't hardly tell. Miss — 'tis so far to go.'

' I suppose none of the children can go to school. I don't know their faces there,' said Flora, looking at a nice, tall, smooth liaired girl, of thirteen or fourteen.

'No, Miss — 'tis so far. I am sorry they should not, for they always was used to it where we lived before, and my oldest girl, she can work very nicely. I wish I could get a little place for her.'

' You would hardly know what to do without her,' said Miss Winter.

' No, ma'am ; but she wants better food than I can give her, and it is a bad wild place for a girl to grow up. It is not like wliat I was used to, ma'am; I was always used to keep to my school and to my Church — but it is a bad place to live in here.'

No one could deny it, and the party left the cottage gravely. Alan and Norman joined them, having heard a grievous history of the lawlessness of the people, from a foreman with whom they had met. There seemed to be no visible means of improvement. The parish Church was Stoneborough, and there the living was very poor, the tithes having been appropriated to the old Monastery, and since its dissolution having fallen into possession of a Body that never did anything for the town. The incumbent, Mr. Eams- den, had small means, and was not a high stamp of Clergyman, seldom exerting himself, and leaving most of his parish work to the two undermasters of the school, Mr. Wilmot and Mr. Harri- son, who did all they had time and strength for, and more too, with- in the town itself. There was no hope for Cocksmoor !

' There would be a worthy ambition ! ' said Etheldred, as they turned their steps homeward. ' Let us propose that aim to our- selves, to build a Church on Cocksmoor ! '

' How many years do you give us to do it in ? ' said Norman.

' Few or many, I don't care. I'll never leave off thinking about It till it is done.'

• It need not be long,' said Flora, ' if one could get up a sub- scription.'

' A penny subscription ? ' said Norman. ' I'd rather have it tny own doing.'

' You agree then,' said Ethel, ' do you, Mr. Ernescliffe ? '

'I may safely do so,' he answered, smiling.

Miss Winter looked at Etheldred reprovingly, and she shrank into herself, drew apart, and indulged in a reverie. She had heard m books, of girls writing poetry, romance, history — ^gainin^ fifeiea

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ami hundreds. Could not some of the myriads of fancies floating iu her mind thus be made available? She would compose, publish, i'.iirn money — some day call paj)a, show him her hoard, beg him to take it, and, never owning whence it came, raise tlie buildiuc. Spire and chancel — pinnacle and buttress rose before her eyes — • and she and Norman were standing in the porch, with an orderly, religious population, blessing the unknown benefactor, who had caused the news of salvation to be heard among them.

They were almost at home, when the sight of a crowd iu ',ho main street checked them. Norman and Mr. Ernescliffo went for- ward to discover the cause, and spoke to some one on the outskirts — then Mr. Ernesclifle hurried back to the ladies. ' There's been an accident,' he said, hastily — 'you had better go down the lane an 1 /M by the gi^rden.'

lie was gone iu an instant, and they obeyed in silence. Whence came Ethel's certainty that the accident concerned themselves ? In an agony of apprehension, though without one outward sign of it, she walked home. They were in tlie garden — all was apparently as usual, but no one was in sight. Ethel had been first, but she held back, and let Miss Winter go forward into the house. The front door was open — servants were standing about in confusion, and one of the maids, looking dreadfully iVigliteued, gave a cry, ' Oh! Miss — Miss — have you heard V '

' No — what ? What has happened ? Not Mrs. May — ' exclaimed Miss Winter.

'' Oh ! ma'am ! it is all of them. The carriage is overturned, and — '

' Who's hurt ? Mamma ! papa ! Oh ! tell me ! ' cried Flora.

' There's the nurse,' and Ethel flew up to her. ' What is it ? Oh I nurse ! '

' My poor, poor children,' said old nurse, passionately kissing Ethel. Harry and Mary were on the stairs b^'hind her, clinginfi' together.

A stranger looked into the house, followed by Adams, the sta- bleman. ' They are going to bring Miss May in,' some one said.

Ethel could bear it no longer. As if she could escape, she fled np- Htairs, into her room, and, falling on her knees, hid her face on her bed.

There were heavy steps in the house, then a sound of hasty feet coming up to her. Norman dashed into the room, and threv/ him- self on a chair. lie was ghastly pale, and shuddered all over.

' Oh! Norman, Norman, speak. What is it?'

lie groaned, but could not speak ; he rested his head against her, and gasped. She was terribly frightened. ' I'll call — ' and she would have gone, but he held her. ' No, — no — they can't !' lie was pre- vented from saying more, by chattering teeth and deadly faintness. She tried to sujtport him, but could only guide him as he sank, til] he lay at full length on the floor, where she put a piUuw under hi«

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head, and gave him some water. ' Is it — oh ! tell me. Are they much hurt ? Oh, try to say.'

' They say Margaret is alive,' said Xorman, in gasps ; ' hut — And papa — he stood up — sat — walked — was better — '

' Is he hurt — much hurt ? '

' His arm — ' and the tremor and fainting stopped him again.

'Mamma?' whispered Ethel; but Norman only pressed his face into the pillow.

She was so bewildered as to be more alive to the present dis- tress of his condition, than to the vague horrors down-stairs. Some minutes passed in silence, Norman lying still, excepting a nervous trembling that agitated his whole frame. Again was heard the strange tread, doors opening and shutting, and suppressed voices, and he turned his face upwards, and listened with his hand pressed to his forehead, as if to keep himself still enough to listen.

' Oh ! what is the matter ? What is it ? ' cried Ethel, startled and recalled to the sense of what was passing. ' Oh ! Norman ! ' then springing up, with a sudden thought, ' Mr. "Ward ! Oh 1 is he there ? '

' Yes,' said Norman, in a low hopeless tone, ' he was at the place. He said it — '

' What ? '

Again Norman's face was out of sight.

'Mamma?' Ethel's understanding perceived, but her mind refused to grasp the extent of the calamity. There was no answer, save a convulsive sqiieezing of her hand.

Fresh sounds below recalled her to speech and action. ' Where is she ? What are they doing for her ? What — '

' There's nothing to be done. She — when they lifted her up, she was — '

' Dead ? '

' Dead.'

The boy lay with his face hidden, the girl sat by him on the floor, too much crushed for even the sensations belonging to grief, neither moving nor looking. After an interval Norman spoke again, ' The carriage turned right over — her head struck on the kerb stone — '

' Did you see ? ' said Ethel, presently.

' I saw them lift her up.' He spoke at intervals, as he could get breath, and bear to utter the words. 'And papa — he was stunned — but soon he sat up, said he would go to her — he looked at her — felt her pulse, and then — sank down over her 1 '

' And did you say, I can't remember — ^was he hurt ? '

The shuddering came again, ' His arm — all twisted — broken,' and his voice sank into a faint whisper; Ethel was obliged ta eprinkle him again with water. ' But he won't die ? ' said she, in a tone calm from its bewilderment.

' Oh ! no, no, no — -

' And Mar^caret ?"

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' Tlicy wore bringing her home. I'll go and see. Oh ! what's the meaning of this ? ' exclaimed he, scolding himself, as sitting up, he was forced to rest his head on his shaking hand.

' You are still faint, dear Norman ; you had better lie still, and I'll go and see.'

' Faint — stuff — how horridly stupid ! ' but he was obliged to lay his head down again ; and Ethel, scarcely less trembling, crept carefully towards the stairs, but a dread of what she might meet came over her, and she turned towards the nursery.

The younger ones sat there in a frightened huddle. Mary was on a low chair by the infant's cot, Blanche in her lap, Tom and Harry leaning again.'it her, and Aubrey almost asleep. Mary held up her finger as Ethel entered, and whispered, ' Hush ! don't wake baby for anything ! '

The first true pang of grief shot through Ethel like a dart, stabbing and taking away her breath. ' AVhere are they V ' she said ; ' how is papa ? who is with him ? '

' 3Ir. AVard and Alan Ernescliffe,' said Harry. ' Nurse canio up just now, and said they were setting his arm.'

' Where is he ? '

' On the bed in his dressing-room,' said Harry.

* lias he come to himself — is he better ? '

They did not seem to know, and Ethel a.sked where to find Flora. ' With Margaret she was told, and she was thinking whe- ther sho could venture to seek her, when she herself came fast up the staii ^ Ethel and Harry both darted out. * Don't stop me/ said Flora — 'they want some handkerchiefs.'

' What, is not she in her own room ? '

* No,' said Harry, ' in mamma's ; ' and then his fticc quivered all over, and he turned away. Ethel ran aftor her sister, and pulling out drawers without knowing what she sought, begged to hear how papa and Margaret were.

' We cau't judge of ^Margaret — she has moved, and made a little moaning — there arc no limbs broken, but we arc afraid fur her head. (Jh ! if papa could but — ' ' And papa V '

' Mr. Ward is with him now — his arm is terribly hurt.' ' But oil ! Flora — one moment — is he senj^ible ? ' ' Hardly ; he does not take any notice — but don'*' keep nie.' ' Can I do anything?' following her to the head of the stairs. 'No; I don't .see what you can do. 3Iiss Winter and I are with Margaret, there's nothing to do for her.'

It was a relief Etheldrcd shrank from what she might have to behold, and Flora hastened down, too busy and too useful to have time to think. Harry had gone back to his refuge in tlio nursery, and Ethel returned to Norman. There they remained for

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a long time, both unwilling to speak or stir, or even to observe tc each other on the noises that came into them, as their door was left ajar, though in those sounds they were so absorbed, that they did not notice the cold of a frosty October evening, or the darkness that closed in on them.

They heard the poor babe crying, one of the children going down to call nurse, and nurse coming up ; then Harry, at the door of the room where the boys slept, calling Norman in a low voice. Norman, now nearly recovered, went and brought him into his sister's room, and his tidings '.vere, that their father's arm had been broken in two places, and the elbow frightfully injured, having been crushed and twisted by the wheel. He was also a good deal bruised, and though Mr. Ward trusted there was no positive harm to the head, he was in an unconscious state, from which the severe pain of the operation had only roused him, so far as to evince a few signs of suffering. Margaret was still insensible.

The piteous sound of the baby's wailing almost broke their hearts. Norman walked about the room in the dark, and said ho should go down, he could not bear it ; but he could not make up his mind to go, and after about a quarter of an hour, to their great relief, it ceased.

Nest Mary opened the door, saying, ' Norman, here's Mr. Wil- mot come to ask if he can do anything — Miss Winter sent word that you had better go to him.'

' How is baby ? ' asked Harry.

'Nurse has fed her, and is putting her to bed; she is quiet now,' said Mary; ' will you go down, Norman?'

' Where is he ? '

' In the drawing-room.'

Norman paused to ask what he was to say. 'Nothing,' said Mary, ' nobody can do anything. Make haste. Don't you want a candle ?

' No, thank you, I had rather be in the dark. Come up as soon as you have seen him,' said Etheldred.

Norman went slowly down, with failing knees, hardly able to conquer the shudder that came over him, as he passed those rooms. There were voices in the drawing-room, and he found a sort of council there, Alan Ernescliffe, the surgeon, and Mr. Wilmot. They turned as he came in, and Mr. Wilmot held out his hand witb a look of affection and kindness that went to his heart, making room for h'm on the sofa, while going on with what he was saying. ' Then you think it would be better for me not to sit up with him.'

' I should decidedly say so,' replied Mr. Ward. ' He has recog- nised Mr. Ernescliffe, and any change might excite him, and lead him to ask questions. The moment of his full consciousness is especially to be dreaded,'

' But you do not call him insensible ? '

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* No, but he sceras stunned — stupified by the shock, and by pain He spoke to Miss Flora when she brought him some tea.'

' And admirably .sLe managed,' said Alan Erucscliffe. ' I was much afraid of some answer that would rouse him, but she kept her self-possession beautifully, and seemed to compose him in a monieiit.'

' iSlie is valuable indeed — so much judgment and activity,' said Mr. Ward. ' I don't know what we should have done without her. But we ought to have Mr. llichard — has no one sent to him ? '

Alan Erucsclifle and Norman looked at each other.

' Is he at Oxford, or at his tutor's? ' asked Mr. AV'ilmot.

' At Oxford ; he was to be there to-day, was he not, Norman ? '

' What o'clock is it ? Is the post gone — seven — no ; it is all safe,' said !Mr. Ward.

Poor Norman 1 he knew he was the one who cught to write, but his icy trembling hand seemed to shake more helplessly than ever, and a piteous glance fell upon Mr. Wilmot.

' The best plan would be,' said oMr. Wilmot, ' for me to go to him at once, and bring him home. If I go by the mail-train, I shall get to him sooner than a letter could.'

' And it will be better for him,' said ^Ir. Ward. ' He will feel it dreadfull}', poor boy. But we sliall all do better when we have liim. You can get back to-morrow evening.'

' Sunday,' said Mr. Wilmot, ' I believe there is a train at four.'

' Oh ! thank you, sir,' said Norman.

'Since that is settled, perhaps I had better go up to the Doctor,' said Alan ; ' I don't like leaving Flora alone with him,' and he was gone,

' How fortunate that that youth is here,' said Mr. Wilmot — ' he seems to be quite taking llichard's place.'

' And to feel it as much,' said Mr. Ward. ' He has been inval- uable with his sailor's resources and handiness.'

' Well, what shall I tell poor llichard ? ' asked Mr. Wilmot.

' Tell him there is no reason his father should not do very well, if we can keep liim from agitation — but there's the point. He is of so excitable a constitution, that his faculties being so far con- fused, is the best thing, perhaps, that could be. Mr. Ernescliiro manages him very well — used to illness on that African coast, and the Doctor is very fond of him. As to Miss May, one can't tell what to say about her yet — there's no fracture, at least — it must bo a work of time to judge.'

Flora at that moment half-opened the door, and called Mr. Ward, stopping for a moment to say it was for notliingof any conse- quence. Mr. Wilmot and Norman were left together. Norman put his hands over his face and groaned — his master looked at him with kind anxiety, but did not feci as if it were yet time to speak i»f consulatiou.

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* God bless and support you, and turn this to your good, mj dear boy,' said be affectionately, as be pressed bis band , ' I brpe to bring your brotber to-morrow.'

' Thank you, sir,' was all Norman could say ; and as I^Ir. Wilmot went out by the front door, be slowly went up again, and lingering on the landing-place, was met by Mr. Ward, who told bim to bis relief — for the mere thinking of it renewed the faint sensation— that he bad better not go to bis father's room.

There was nothing to be done but to return to Ethel and Harry and tell them all ; with some humiliation at being helpless, where Flora was doing so much, and to leave their father to be watched by a stranger. If he bad been wanted, Norman might have made the effort, but being told that be would be worse than useless, there was nothing for bim but to give way.

They sat together in Ethel's room, till somewhere between eight and nine o'clock, when good old nurse, having put her younger ones to bed, came in search of them. ' Dear, dear ! poor darlings,' said she, as she found them sitting in the dark ; she felt their cold hands, and made them all come into the nursery, where Mary was already, and, fondling them, one by one, as they passively obeyed her, she set them down on their little old stools round the fire, took away the high fender, and gave them each a cup of tea. Harry and Mary ate enough to satisfy her, from a weary craving feeling, and for want of employment ; Norman sat with his elbow on bis knee, and a very aching bead resting on bis band, glad of drink, but unable to eat ; Ethel could be persuaded to do neither, till she found old nurse would let her have no peace.

The nurse sent them all to bed, taking the two girls to their own room, undressing them, and never leaving them until Mary was in a fair way of crying herself to sleep^for saying her prayers bad br:ugbt the tears; while Ethel lay so wide awake that it was of no use to wait for her, and then she went to the boys, tucked them each it; as when they were little children, and saying, ' Bless your dear hearts ! ' bestowed on each of them a kiss which cam© gratefully to Norman's burning brow, and which even Harry's boy- ish manliness could not resist.

Flora was in Margaret's room, too usefal to be spared.

So ended that dreadful Saturday.

Vol I.— 2*

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CUAPTER IV.

'Tlioy may not mar the deep reposi Of tliat Itiimortal flower: Tliough only broken hearts are funcd

To watch her craille by, No blight is on her slunibers found, No touch of harmful eye.'

Lyea Innocentium.

Socn a strange sad Sunday ! No going to Church, but all the poor children moving in awe and oppression about the house, speaking under their breath, as tliey gathered in the drawing-room. Into the study they might not go, and when Blanche would have asked why, Tom pressed her hand and shuddered.

Etheldred was allowed to come and look at Margaret, and even to sit in the room for a little while, to take the place of Miss Win- ter; but she was not sensible of sufficient usefulness to relieve the burden of fear and bewilderment in the presence of that still, pale form ; and, what was almost worse, the siglit of the familiar objects, the chair by the fire, the sofa, the books, the work-basket, the letter- case, the dressing things, all these were too oppressive. She sat crouched up, with her face hidden in her hands, and the instant she was released, hastened back to Norman. She was to tell him that he mi^ht go into the room, but he did not move, and Mary alone went in and out with messages.

Dr. May was not to be visited, for he was in the same half- conscious state, apparently sensible only of bodily suffering, thoufWi he answered when addressed, and no one was trusted to "speak lo him but Flora and Alan Ernescliffe.

The rest wore through tlie day as best they might. Harry slept a good deal, Ethel read to herself, and tried to get Norraau to look at passages which she liked, Mary kept the little ones from being troublesome, and at last took them to peep behiud the school- room blinds for Richard's coming.

There was a simultaneous shout when, at four o'clock, tliey caught sight of him, and though, at Ethel's exclamation of wonder, JIary and Tum hung their heads at having forgotten themselves, the association of gladness in seeing Richard was refreshing; the 8en.se of being desolate and forsaken was relieved, and they knew that jiow they had one to rely on and to comfort them.

Harry hastened to open the front door, and Richard, with his small trim figure, and fresh, fair young face, flushed, though not otherwise agitated, was among them, almost devoured by the younger ones, and dealing out quiet caresses to them, as he caught from the words and looks of the others, that at least his father and sister were no worse. Mr. Wilmot had come with him, but ouly staid to bear tbe tidin/is.

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' Can I see papa ? ' were Ricliard's first audible words — all the rest had been almost dumb show.

Ethel thought not, but took him to Margaret's room, where ho stood for many minutes without speaking ; then whispered to Flora that he must go to the others, she should call him if — and went down, followed by Etheh

Tom and Blanche had fallen into teaziug tricks, a sort of melan- choly play to relieve the tedium. They grew cross. Norman was roused to reprove sharply, and Blanche was beginning to cry. But Richard's entrance set all at peace — he sat down among them, and, with soft voice and arm round Blanche, as she leaned against him, made her good in a moment ; and she listened while he talked over with Norman and Ethel all they could bear to speak of.

Late in the day. Flora came into her father's room, and stood gazing at him, as he lay with eyes closed, breathing heavily, and his brows contracted by pain. She watched him with piteous looks, as if imploring him to return to his children. Poor girl, to-day's quiet, after the last evening's bustle, was hard to bear. She had then been distracted from thought by the necessity of exertion, but it now repayed itself, and she knew not how to submit to do nothing but wait and watch.

' No change ? ' enquired Alan Ernescliffe ; looking kindly in her face.

' No,' replied she in a low, mournful tone. ' She only once said thank you.'

A voice which she did not expect, asked inquiringly, ' Marga- ret ? ' and her heart beat as if it would take away her breath, aa she saw her father's eyes intently fixed on her. ' Did you speak of her ? ' he repeated.

' Yes, dear papa,' said Flora, not losing presence of mind, though in extreme fear of what the next question might be. ' She is quiet and comfortable, so don't be uneasy, pray.'

' Let me hear,' he said, and his whole voice and air showed him to be entirely roused, ' There is injury ? AVhat is it — '

He continued his inquiries till Flora was obliged fully to explain her sister's condition, and then he dismayed her by saying he would get up and go to see her. Much distressed, she begged him not to think of it, and appealed to Alan, who added his entreaties that he would at least wait for Mr. Ward ; but the Doctor would not relin- quish his purpose, and sent her to give notice that he was coming.

Mr. Ernescliffe followed her out of the room, and tried to con- sole her, as she looked at him in despair.

* You see he is quite himself, quite collected,' he said ; ' you heard, how clear and coherent his questions were.'

' Can't it be helped ? Do try to stop him till I can send to Mr Ward.'

' I will try, but I think he is in a state to judge for himself. I

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do, upon my ^vol•d; and I believe trying to prevent Liiii would be more likely to do him Jiarm tlian letting him satisfy himself. I real- ly think you need not be alarmed.'

' But you know,' said Flora, coming nearer, and almost gasping as ehe whispered and signed toward the door, ' she is there — it is mam- ma's room, tliat will tell all.'

' I believe he knows,' said Alan. ' It was that which made him faint after the accident, for he had his perceptions fully at first. 1 liave suspected all day that he was more himself than he seemed, but I think he could not bear to awaken his mind to understand it, and that he wa.'^ afraid to hear about her — your sister, so that our mention of her was a great relief, and did him good. I am convinced he knows the rest. Only go on, be calm, as you have been, and we shall do A'cry well.'

Flora went to prepare. Ethel eagerly undertook to send to IMr, Ward, and hastened from the room, as if in a sort of terror, shrink- ing perhaps from what might lead to an outburst of grief. She longed to have seen her father, but was frightened at the chance of meeting him. AVhen she had sent her message, and tokl her brothers what was passing, she went and lingered on the stairs and iu the pas- sage for tidings. After what seemed a long time. Flora came out, and hastened to the nursery, giving her intelligence on the way.

* Better than could be hoped, he walked alone into the room, and was quite calm and composed. Oh ! if this will not hurt him, if the seeing baby Avas but over ! '

' Does he Mant her ? '

' Yes, he would have come up here himself, but I would not let him — Nurse, do you hear V Papa wants baby, let mc have her.'

' Bless me. Miss Flora, you can't hold her while you arc all of a tremble ! And he has been to Miss Margaret V '

' Yes, nurse, and he was only rather stiff and lame.'

' Did Margaret seem to know him V ' said Ethel.

' She just answered in that dreamy way when he spoke to her. He says he thinks it is as Mr. Ward believes, and that she will soon come to herself. He is quite able to consider — '

* And he knows all ? '

* I am sure he does. He desired to see baby, and he wants you, nurse. Only mind you conunand yourself — don't say a word you can help — do nothing to agitate him.'

Nur.se promised, but the tears came so fast, and sobs with them, aa he approached her nuister's room, that Flora saw no compo.sure could Ijc expected from her ; and taking the infant from her, carried it in, leaving the door open for her to follow when wanted. Ethel stood by listening. There was silence at first, then .some sounds from the baby, and her father's voice soothing it, in his wonted caressing phrases and tones, so familiar that they seemed to break the spell. drive away her vague terrors, and restore her father, ller heart l-oundcd, and a sudden in)pulse carried her to the bedside, al

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once fcrgcttiag all dread of seeing him, and cbancc of doing liim liana. He lay, holding the babe close to him, and his face was not altered, so that there was nothing in the sight to impress her with the need of caution, and, to the consternation of the anxious Flora, she exclaimed, abruptly and vehemently, ' Papa ! should not she bo Christened ? '

Dr. May looked uj) at Ethel, then at the infant ; ' Yes,' he said, ' at once.' Then added feebly and languidly, ' Some one must see to it.' . There was a pause, while Flora looked reproachfully at her sister, and Ethel became conscious of her imprudence, but in a few momenta Dr. May spoke again, first to the baby, and then asking, ' Is Richard here ? '

*,Yes, papa.'

' Send him up presentlj^ Where's nurse ? *

Ethel retreated, much alarmed at her rash measu: e, and when she related it, she saw that Richard and Mr. Ernescliil'c both thought it had been a great hazard.

' Papa wants you,' was a welcome sound to the cars of Richard, and brought a pink glow into his face. He was never one who readily showed his feelings, and there was no danger of his failing in self- command, though grievously downcast, not only at the loss of the tender mother, who had always stood between him and his father's im- patience, but by the dread that he was too dull and insignificant to aflord any help or comfort in his father's dire affliction.

Yet there was something in the gentle sad look that met him, and in the low tone of the ' How d'ye do, Ritchie ? ' that drove off all thought of not being loved ; and when Dr. 3Iay further added, ' You'll see about it all — I am glad you are come,' he knew he was of use, and was encouraged and cheered. That his father had full confi- dence and reliance in him, and that his presence was a satisfaction and relief, he could no longer doubt ; and this was a drop of balm beyond all his hopes ; for loving and admiring his father intensely, and with depressed spirits and a low estimate of himself, he had begun to fancy himself incapable of being anything but a vexation and burthen.

He sat with his father nearly all the evening, and w^as to remain with him at night. The rest were comforted by the assurance that Dr. May was still calm, and did not seem to have been injured by what had passed. Indeed, it seemed as if the violence and sudden- ness of the shock, together with his state of suffering, had deadened his sensations ; for there was far less agitation about him than could have been thought possible in a man of such strong, warm affections and sensitive temperament.

Ethel and Norman went up arm-in-arm at bed-time.

' I am going to ask if I may wish papa good night,' said Ethel Shall I say anything about your coming ? '

Norman hesitated, but his cheeks blanched ; he shuddered, shook

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Lis head ^Yitllout speaking, rau up after Ilarrj', aud waved her bacl{ wLen she would have followed.

llicliard told her that she might eonie iu, and, as she slowly ad- vanced, she thought she had never seen anything so iucftably mourn- ful as the affeetionate look on her father's face. She held his hand and ventured — for it was with difficulty she spoke — to hope he wa.s not in pain.

' Better than it was, thank you, my dear,' he said, in a soft ■weak tone ; then, as she bent dowu to kiss his brow, ' You must take care of the little ones.'

* Yes, papa,' she could hardly answer, and a large drop gathered slowly in each eye, long in coming, as if the heart ached too much for them to flow freely.

' Arc they all well ? '

* Yes, papa.'

' Aud good ?.' He held her hand, as if lengthening the interview.

' Yes, very good all day.'

A long deep sigh. Ethel's two tears stood on her cheeks.

' My love to them all. I hope I shall see them to-morrow. God bless you, my dear, good night.'

Ethel went up-stairs, saddened and yet soothed. The calm silent sorrow, too deep for outward tokens, was so unlike her father's usu- ally demonstrative habits, as to impress her all the more, yet those two tears were followed by no more ; there was much strangeness and confusion in her mind in the newness of grief.

She found poor Flora, spent with exertion under the reaction of all she had undergone, lying on her bed, sobbing as if her heart would break, calling in gasps of irrepressible agony on mamma ! mamma ! yet with her face pressed down on the pillow that she might not be heard. Ethel, tcrrilied and distressed, timidly implored her to be comforted, but it seemed as if she were not even heard ; she would have fetched some one, but whom ? Alas ! alas ! it brought back the sense that no mother would ever soothe them — JIargaret, papa, both so ill, nurse engaged with Mar^^ret ! Ethel stood help- less and despairing, aud Flora sobbed on, so that Mary awakened to burst out in a loud frightened fit of crying ; but in a few moments a step was heard at the door, a knock, and llichard asked, ' Is any- thing the mutter? '

lie was in the room in a moment, caressing and saying affectionate things with gentleness and fondling care, like his mother, and which recalled the days when he had been proud to be left for a little while the small nurse and guardian of the lesser ones. Mary was hushed in a moment, and Flora's exhausted weeping was gradually soothed, when she was able to recollect that she was keeping him from her father ; with kind good nights, he left Ethel to read to her till she could sleep. Long did Ethel read, after both her sisters were slum- boring soundly ; she wen t on in a sort of dreamy grief, almost devoid

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of pain, as if all this was too terrible to be true ; and sbo bad im- agined herself into a story, which would give place at dawn to her ordinary life.

At last she went to bed, and slept till wakened by the retvirn of Flora, who had crept down in her dressing-gown to see how mattera were going. Margaret was in the same state, papa was asleep, after a restless distressing night, with much pain and some fever; and whenever Richard had begun to hope from his tranquillity, that he was falling asleep, he was undeceived by hearing an almost uncon- sciously uttered sigh of * Maggie, my Maggie ! ' and then the head turned wearily on the pillow, as if worn out with the misery from which there was no escape. Towards morning, the pain had lessened, and, as he slept, he seemed much less feverish than they could have ventured to expect.

Norman looked wan and wretched, and could taste no breakfast , indeed Harry reported that he had been starting and talking in his sleep half the night, and had proceeded to groaning and crying out till, when it could be borne no longer, Harry waked him, and finished his night's rest in peace.

The children were kept in the drawing room that morning, and there were strange steps in the house ; but only Richard and Mr. Ernescliife knew the reason. Happily there had been witnesses enough of the overturn to spare any reference to Dr. May — the violent start of the horses had been seen, and Adams and Mr. Ernes- cliife agreed, under their breath, that the new black one was not fit to drive, while the whole town was so used to Dr. May's headlong driving, that every one was recollecting their own predictions of ac- cidents. There needed little to account for the disaster — th« only wonder was, that it had rot happened sooner.

' I say,' announced Harry, soon after they were released again, ' I've been in to papa. His door was open, and he heard me, and called me. He says he should like any of us to come in and see him. Hadn't you better go, Norman ? '

Norman started up, and walked hastily out of the room, but his hand shook so, that he could hardly open the door ; and Ethel, see- ing how it was with him, followed him quickly, as he dashed, at full speed, up the stairs. At the top, however, he was forced to cling fo the rail, gasping for breath, while the moisture started on his forehead.

' Dear Norman,' she said, ' there's nothing to mind. He looks 'ust as usual. You would not know there was anything the matter.' But he rested his head on his hand, and looked as if he could not stir. ' I see it won't do,' said Ethel — ' don't try — ^you will be better by- and-by, and he has not asked for you in particular.'

' I won't be beat by such stuff,' said Norman, stepping hastily forwards, and opening the door suddenly. He got through the greet- ing pretty well, there was no need for him to speak, he only gave hia hand and looked away, unable to bring himself to turn his eyes on hia

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fiitlic, and iifruid of letting his own face be socn. Almost at the same monieiit, nurse came to say something about IMargarct. and ho seized tlio opportunity of withdrawing his hand, and hurrying away, in good time, for he was pale as death, and was obliged to sit down on the head of the stairs, and lean liis liead against Etheldred.

* Wliat does make me so ridiculous ? ' he exclaimed faintly, but very indignantly.

The first cure was the being forced to clear out of Mr. Ward's way, which he could not effect without being seen ; and Ethel, though she knew that he would be annoyed, was not sorry to be obliged to remain, and tell what was the matter with him. ' Oh,' said Mr. Ward, turning and proceeding to the dining-room, ' I'll set that to rights in a minute, if you will ask for a tumbler of hot-water, Miss Ethel.'

And armed with the cordial he had prepared, Ethel hunted up her brother, and persuaded him, after scolding her a little, to swallow it, and take a turn in the garden ; after which he made a more successful attempt at visiting his father.

There was another room whither both Norman and Etheldred wished to go, though they dared not hint at their desire. At last, llichard came to them, as they were wandering in the garden, and, with his usual stillness of manner, shaded with additional seriousness, said, ' Would you like to come into the study ? '

Etheldred put one hand into his, Norman took the other, and soon they stood in that calm presence. Fair, cold, white, and intensely still — that faoc brought home to them the full certainty that the warm brightening look would never beam on them, the soft blue eyes never guide, chock, and watch them, the smile never approve or welcome them. To see her unconscious of their presence was too strange and sad, and all were silent, till, as they left the room, Ethel looked out at Blanche and Aubrey in the garden. ' They will never remember her ! Oh ! why should it be ? '

Richard Avould fain have moralized and comforted, but she felt aa if she knew it all before, and heard with languid attention. She had rather road than talk, and he sat down to write letters.

There were no near relations to be sent for. Dr. May was an only son, and his wife's sister, Mrs. Arnott, was in New Zealand ; her brotlier had long been dead, and his widow, who lived in Edinburgh, was scarcely known to the May family. Of friends there were many, t;ist bound by affection and gratitude, and notes, inquiries, condolen- ces, and offers of service came in thickly, and gave much occupation to Flora, llichard, and AlaJi Ernescliffe, in turn. No one from with- out could do anything for them — they liad all the help they wanted in Miss Winter and in Alatjj who was invaluable in sharing with llichard the care of the Doctor, as well as in giving him the benefit of his few additional years' experience, and relieving him of some of bis tasks. Ho was indeed like one of themselves, and a most valu-

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able help and comforter. Mr. Wilmot gave tlicm all the time ho could, and on this day saw the Doctor, who seemed to find some so- lace in his visit, though saying very little.

On this day the baby was to be baptized. The usual Stoneborougli fashion was to collect all the Christenings for the month into one Sunday, except those for such persons as thought themselves too refined to see their children Christened before the congregation, and who preferred an empty Church and a week-day. The little one had waited till she was nearly six weeks old for ' a Christening Sunday,' and since that had been missed, she could not be kept unbaptized for another month ; so, late in the day, she was carried to Church.

Kichard had extremely gratified old nurse, by asking her to re- present poor Margaret, Mrs. Hoxton stood for the other godmother, and Alan Ernescliffe was desired to consider himself absolutely her sponsor, not merely a proxy. The younger children alone were to go with them : it was too far off, and the way lay too much through the town for it to be thought proper for the others to go. Ethel wished it very much, and thought it nonsense to care whether people looked at her ; and in spite of Miss Winter's seeming shocked at her proposing it, had a great mind to persist. She would even have appealed to her papa, if Flora had not stopped her, exclaiming, ' Really, Ethel, I think there never was a person so entirely without consideration as you are.'

Much abashed, Ethel humbly promised that if she might go into papa's room, she would not say one word about the Christening, un- less he should begin, and, to her great satisfaction, he presently asked her to read the service to him. Flora came to the door-way of Margaret's room, and listened ; when she had finished, all were silent,

' How shall we, how can we virtuously bring up our motherless little sister ? ' was the thought with each of the girls. The answers were, in one mind, ' I trust we shall do well by her, dear little thing. I see, on an emergency, that I know how to act. I never thought I was capable of being of so much use, thanks to dear, dear mamma's training. I shall manage, I am sure, and so they will all depend on me, and look up to me. How nice it was to hear dear papa sa.y what he did about the comfort of my being able to look after Margaret.*

In the other, ' Poor darling, it is saddest of all for her, because she knows nothing, and will never remember her mamma ! But if Margaret is but better, she will take care of her, and oh ! how we ought to try — and I, such a naughty wild thing — if I should hurt the dear little ones by carelessness, or by my bad example ! Oh ! what shall I do, for want of some one to keep me in order ? If I should vex papa by any of my wrong ways ! '

They heard the return of the others, and the sisters both ,<5prang ap, ' May we bring her to you ? ' said Flora.

' Yes, do, my dears.'

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The sistci's nil came down together with tlic little one, and Flora put her dowu witliiii the arm her father stretched out for her. IIo gazed into the baby face, which, in its expressionless placidity, almost recalled her mother's tranquil sweetness.

' Gertrude Margaret,' said Flora, and with a look that had more of tenderness than grief, he murmured, ' My Daisy blossom, my little Maffgie.'

' Might we ? ' said Ethel, when Flora took her again, ' might wo take her to her godmother to see if she would notice her ? '

lie looked as if he wished it ; but said, ' No, I think not, better not rouse her,' and siglicd heavily ; then, as they stood round his bed, unwilling to go, he added, ' Girls, we must learn carefulness and- thoughtfuluesd. We have no one to take thought for us now.'

Flora pressed the babe in her arms, Ethel's two reluctant tears stood on her cheeks, Mary exclaimed, ' I'll try not to be naughty ; ' and Blanche climbed up to kiss him, saying, ' I will be always good, papa.'

* Daisy — papa's Daisy — your vows are made,' whispered Ethel, gaining sole possession of the babe for a minute. ' You have prom- ised to be good and holy. We have the keeping of you, mamma's precious flower, her pearl of truth ! Oh, may God guard you to be an unstained jewel, till you come back to her again — and a blooming flower, till you are gathered into the wreath that never fades — my own sweet poor little motherless Daisy ! '

CHAPTER V.

'Tliro\igIi lawless C!»nip, throngh occftn wild,

Iler proplK-t eye pursues lier child; Scnns mournfully her poet's strain,

Fears for her mercliant, loss alike and caln.'

Ltba Innooe.ntium.

Dr. May took the management of himself into his own hands, and paid so little attention to Mr. Ward's recommendations, that hia sons and daughters were in continual dread of his choosing to do something that might cause injurious agitation.

However, he did not attem])t to go farther than Margaret's bed Bide, where he sat hour after hour, his eyes flxed upon her, as sho continued in a state bordering on insensibility. He took little notice of anything else, and hardly spoke. There were heavy sighs now and then, but Ilichard and Flora, one or other of whom was always watching him, could hardly tell whether to ascribe them to the op- lircssion of sorrow, or of sufl'cring. Their great fear was of his in- wistiug on seeing his wife's face, and it was a great relief that ho uever alluded to her, except once, to desire Ilichard to bring him her

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riug. Richard silently obeyed, and without a word, he placed it on hi8 little finger. Richard used to read the Psalms to him in the morning before he was up, and Flora would bring little Daisy and lay her by his side.

To the last moment, they dreaded his choosing to attend the funeral, and Flora had decided on remaining at home, though trem- bling at the thought of what there might be to go through. They tried to let him hear nothing about it, but he seemed to know every thino- ; and when Flora came into Margaret's room, without her bonnet, he raised his head, and said, ' I thought you were all going.' ' The others are — but may I not stay with you and her, papa ? ' I had rather be alone, my dear. I will take care of her. T should wish you all to be there.'

They decided that his wishes ought to be followed, and that the patients must be entrusted to old nurse. Richard told Flora, who looked very pale, that she would be glad of it afterwards, and she had his arm to lean npon.

The grave was in the cloister attached to the Minster, a smooth green square of turf, marked here and there with small flat lozenges of stone, bearing the date and initials of those who lay there, and many of them recordicg former generations of Mays, to whom their descent from the head-master had given a right of burial there. Dr. Iloxton, Mr. Wilmot, and the surgeon, were tne only friends whom Richard had asked to be with them, but the Minster was nearly full, for there was a very strong attachment and respect for Dr. and Mrs. May throughout the neighbourhood, and every one's feelings were strongly excited.

' In the midst of life, we are in death — ' There was a universal sound, as of a sort of sob, that Etheldred never disconnected from those words. Yet hardly one tear was shed by the young things who stood as close as they could round the grave. Harry and Mary did indeed lock their hands together tightly, and the shoulders of the former shook as he stood, bowing down his head, but the others were still and quiet, in part from awe and bewilderment, but partly, too, from a sense that it was against her whole nature that there should be clamorous mourning for her. The calm still day seemed to tell them the same, the sun beaming softly on the grey arches and fresh grass, the sky clear and blue, and the trees that shewed over the walls bright with autumn colouring, all suitable to the serenity of a life unclouded to its last moment. Some of them felt as if it were better to be there, than in their saddened desolate home.

But home they must go, and, before going up stairs, as Flora and Etheldred stood a moment or two with Norman, Ethel said in a tone of resolution, and of some cheerfulness, ' Well, we have to bo- gin afresh.'

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* Yes,' said Flora, * it is a groat responsibility. I do trust we ma}' be enabled to do as we ought.'

* And now Margaret is getting better, she will be our stay,' said Etbel.

' I niu.st go to her,' and Flora went up stairs.

' I wish 1 could be as useful as Flora,' said Ethel, ' but I mean to try, and if I can but keep out of mischief, it will be something.'

' There is an object for all one docs, iu trying to be a comfort to papa.'

' Tliat's no use,' said Norman, listlessly. ' AVe never can.'

' 0 but, Norman, he won't bo always as he is now — I am Fare ho cares for us enough to be pleased, if we do right and get on.'

* We used to be so happy ! ' said Norman.

Ethel hesitated a little, and presently answered, ' I don't think it can be right to lament for our own sakcs ^o much, is it ? '

' I don't want to do so,' said Norman, in the same dejected way. ' I suppose we ought not to feel it either.' Norman only shook hi.s head. ' Wc ought to think of her gain. You cau't? AVell, I am glad, for no more can I. I can't think of her liking for papa and baby and all of us to be left to ourselves, liut that's not right of me, and of course it all comes right whei'C she is ; so I always put that out of my head, and think what is to come next in doing, and pleasing papa, and learning.'

' That's grown horrid,' said Norman. ' There's no pleasure iu getting on, nor iu anything.'

' L)on't you care for papa and all of us being glad, Norman ? ' As Normau could not just then say that be did, he would not answer.

' I wish — ' said Ethel, disappointed, but cheering up the next minute. ' I do believe it is having nothing to do. You will be bet- ter when you get back to school on Monday.' ' That is worst of all ! '

' You don't like going among the boys again ? But that must bo done some time or other. Or shall I get llichard to speak to Dr. Uoxton to let you have another week's leave ? ' ' No, no, don't be foolish. It can't be helped.' ' I am A'ery sorry, but I think you will be better for it.' She almost began to fancy herself unfeeling, when she found him so mucli more de]>ressed than she was herself, and unable to feel it a relief to know that the time of rest, and want of occupation was over. She thouglit it light-minded, though she could not help it, to look forward to the daily studies where she might lose her sad thoughts, and be as if everything were as usual. But suppose she bliould be to blame, where would now be the gentle discipline ? Poor Ethel's feelings were not such as to deserve the imputation of levity, when this thought came over her ; but her buoyant mind, always

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seeking for consolation, recurred to ^Targaret's improyeinent, and slie fixed lier hopes on her.

Margaret was more alive to surrounding objects, and, when roused, she knew them all, answered clearly when addressed, had even, more than once, spoken of her own accord, and shewn solici- tude at the sight of her father's bandaged, helpless arm, but he soon soothed this away. He was more than ever watchful over her, and could scarcely be persuaded to leave her for one moment, in his anx- iety to be at hand to answer, when first she should speak of her mother, a moment apprehended by aU the rest, almost as much for his sake as for hers.

So clear had her perceptions been, and so much more awake did she appear, on this evening, that he expected the enquiry to come every moment, and lingered in her room ; till she asked the hour, and begged him to go to bed.

As lie bent over her, she looked up in his face, and said, softly, ' Dear papa.'

There was that in her tone which showed she perceived the truth, and he knelt by her side kissing her, but not daring to relax his re- straint of feeling.

' Dear papa,' she said again, ' I hope I shall soon be better, and be some comfort to you.'

* My best — my own — my comfort,' he murmured, all ho could say without giving way.

' Baby — is she well ? '

' Yes, thank Heaven, she has not suffered at all.'

' I heard her this morning, I must see her to-morrow. But don't stay, dear, dear papa, it is late, and I am sure you are not at all well. Your arm — is it very much hurt ? '

' It is nothing you need think about, my dear. I am much bet- ter than I could have imagined possible.'

' And you have been nursing me all the time ! Papa, you must let me take care of you now. Do pray go to bed at once, and get up late. Nurse will take good care of me. Good night, dear papa.'

"When Dr. May had left her, and tried to tell Richard how it had baen, the tears cut him short, and had their free course ; but there was much of thankfulness, for it might be looked on as the restora- ^ion of his daughter ; the worst was over, and the next day he was able to think of other things, had more attention to spare for the rest, and when the surgeon came, took some professional interest in the condition of his own arm, inquired after his patients, and even talked of visiting them.

In the meantime, Jlargaret sent for her eldest brother, begging him to tell her the whole, and it was heard as calmly and firmly as it was told. Her bodily state lulled her mind ; and besides it was not new; she had observed much while her faculties were still too uiueh benumbed for her to understand all, or to express her feelings.

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Her thoughts seemed chiefly o'cciipled witli her father. She made Ilichard exphiin to her the injury he had suffered, and begged to kuo'.v whether his constaut attendance ou her, could do him hami. She was much rrjoiocd when her brother assured her that nothing could bo better for him, and she began to say with a smile, that very likely lier being hurt bad been fortunate. She asked who liad taken earo of him before llicliard's arrival, and was pleased to hear that it was Mr. Eruescliffe. A visit from the little Gertrude Margaret was hap- pily accomplished, and, on the whole, the day was most satisfactory, lihe herself declaring that she could not see that there was anything the matter with her, except that she felt lazy, and did not seem able to move.

Thus the next Sunday morning dawned with more cheerfulness. Dr. IMay came down stairs for the lirst time, in order to go to Church with his whole Hock, except the two Margarets. lie looked very wan and shattered, but they clustered gladly around him, when he once more stood among them, little Blanche securing his hand, and nodding triumphantly to Mr. Ernescliffe, as much as to say, 'Now I have him, I don't want you.'

Norman alone was missing ; but he was in his place at Church among the boys. Again in returning, he slipped out of the party and was at home the first, and when this recurred in the afternoon, Ethel began to understand his motive. The High-street led past the spot where the accident had taken place, though neither she nor any of the others knew exactly where it was, except Norman, on whose mind the scene was branded indelibly ; she guessed that it was to avoid it that he went along what was called Randall's Alley, his usual short cut to school.

That Sunday brought back to the children that there was no one to hear their hymns; but Kichard was a great comfort, watching over the little ones more like a sister than a brother. Ethel was ashamed of herself when she saw him taking thought for them, tying iJlanehe's bonnet, putting Aubrey's gloves on, teaching them to put away their Sunday toys, as if he meant them to be as neat and pre- cise as himself

Dr. iMay did not encounter the family dinner, nor attempt a Bccond going to Cbureli; but Blanche was very glorious, as she led him down to drink tea, and, before going up again, he had a con- versation with Alan Eruescliffe, who felt himself obliged to leave Stoneborough early on the morrow.

' I can endure better to go now,' said ho, * and I shall hear of you often ; Hector will let me know, and Richard has promi.sed to write.'

* Aye, you must let us often have a line. I .should guess you were a letter writing man.'

* I have hitlierto had too few frieuds who cared to bear of me to

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write luueli, but the pleasure of knowing that any interest is taken in me here — '

' Well,' said the Doctor, ' raind that a letter will always be wel- come, and when you are coming southwards, here are your old quarters. We cannot lose sight of you any way, especially — ' and his A'oice quivered, ' after the help you gave my poor boys and girls in their distress.'

' It would be the utmost satisfaction to think I had been of the smallest use,' said Alan, hiding much under these common-place words.

' More than I know,' said Dr. May ; ' too much to speak of — Well, we shall see you again, though it is a changed place, and you must come and see your god-daughter — poor child — may she only be brought up as her sisters were ! They will do their best, poor things, and so must I, but it is sad work ! '

lioth were too much overcome for words, but the Doctor was the first to continue, as he took off his dimmed spectacles. Ho seemed i,o wish to excuse himself for giving way ; saying, with a look that would fain have been a smile, ' The world has run so light and easy with me hitherto, that you see I don't know how to bear with trouble. All thinking and managing fell to my Maggie's share, and I had as little care on my hands as one of my own boys — poor fellows. 1 don't know how it is to turn out, but of all the men on earth to be left with eleven children, I should choose myself as the worst.'

Alan tried to say somewhat of ' Confidence — affection — daugh- ters,' and broke down, but it did as well as if it had been connected-

' Yes, yes,' said the Doctor, ' they are good children, everyone of them. There's much to be thankful for, if one could only pluck up heart to feel it.'

' And you are convinced that Marga — that Miss May is recov- ering.'

' She has made a great advance to-day. The head is right, at least,' but the Doctor looked anxious, and spoke low, as he said, ' I am not satisfied about her yet. That want of power over the limbs ia more than the mere shock and debility, as it seems to me, though Ward thinks otherwise, and I trust he is right ; but I can- not tell yet as to the spine. If this should not soon mend, I shall have Fleet to see her. He was a fellow-student of mine, very clever, and I have more faith in him than in anyone else in that line ! '

' By all means — Yes — ' said Alan, excessively shocked. ' But you will let me know how she goes on — Richard will be so kind.'

' We will not fail,' said Dr. May, more and more touched at the sight of the young sailor struggling in vain to restrain his emotion ; ' you shall hear. I'll write myself, as soon as I can use my hand, but I hope she may be all right long before that is likely to be'

' Your kindness — ' Alan attempted to say, but began again.

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Feeling as I must — ' then interrupting himself. ' I beg your pardon, 'tis no fit time, nor fit — But you'll let me hear.'

' Thiit I will,' said Dr. 31 ay, and as Alan hastily left the room, lie continued, half aloud, to hinWdf, ' Poor boy ! poor fellow ! I see. No wonder ! Heaven grant I have not been the breaking of their two young hcart.s, as well as my own ! Maggie looked duubtful — as much as she ever did when my mind was set on a thing, when ] .spoke of bringing him here. But after all, she liked him as much as the rest of us did — she could not wish it otherwise — he is one of a thousand, and worthy of our Margaret. That he is ! and Maggie thinks so. If he gets on in his profession, why then we shall see — ' b'-it the sigh of anguish of mind, here showed that the wound had but bceu forgotten for one moment.

' P.shaw ! WJuit am I running on to ? I'm all astray for want of her ! My poor girl — '

Mr. Ernesclifre set out before sunrise. The boys were up to wish him good-bye, and so were Etheldred and Mary, and some one else, for while the shaking of hands was going on in the hall, there was a call ' 3Ir. Ernthclitle,' and over the balusters peeped a little rough curly head, a face glowing with carnation deepened by sleep, and a round, plump, bare arm and shoulder ; and down at Alan's feet there fell a construction of white and pink paper, while a voice lisped out, ' Mr. Ernthcliffe, there's a white rothe for you.'

An indignant ' Miss Blanche ! ' was iicard behind, and there wag no certainty that any thanks reached the poor little heroine, who was evidently borne off summarily to the nursery, while Ethel gave way to a paroxysm of suppressed laughter, joined in, more or less, by all the rest ; and thus Alan, promising faithfully to preserve the precious token, left Dr. May's door, not in so much outward sorro\i as he had expected.

Even their father laughed at the romance of the white 'rothe,' and declared Blanche was a dangerous young lady ; but the story was less successful with Miss Winter, who gravely said it was no wonder, since Blanche's elder sister had been setting her the ex- aini)le of forwardness in coming down in this way after Mr. Ernes- clilie. Ethel was very angry, and was only prevented from vindi- cating herself, by remembering there was no peace-maker now, and that she had resolved only to think of Miss Winter's late kindness, and bear with lur tiresome ways.

Etheldred thought herself too sorrowful to be liable to her usual faults, which would seem so mucli worse now; but she found herself more irritable than usual, and doubly heedless, because her mind was prc-occupied. She hated herself, and suflcrcd more from .sorrow than even at the first moment, for now she felt what it was to have no one to tame her, no eye over her; she found herself coing a fort ct a iravcrs all the morning, and with no one to set her right. Sir.ee it was so the first day, what would follow ?

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Mary was on tlie contrary so far subdued, as to be exemplary in goodness and diligence, and Blanche was always steady. Flora was too busy to think of the school-room, for the whole house was on her hands, beside the charge of Margaret, while Dr. May went to the hospital, and to sundry patients, and they thought he seemed the better for the occupation, as well as gratified and affected by the sympathy he everywhere met with, from high and low.

The boys were at school, unseen except when at the dinner play-hour, JS'orman ran home to ask after hife father and sister, but the most trying time was at eight in the evening, when they came home. That was wont to be the merriest part of the whole da}^, the whole family collected, papa at leisure and ready for talk or for play, mamma smiling over her work-basket, the sisters full of chatter, the brothers full of fun, all the tidings of the day discussed, and nothing unwelcome but bed-time. How different now ! The Doctor was with Margaret, and though Eichard tried to say some- thing cheerful, as his brothers entered, there was no response, and they sat down on the opposite sides of the fire, fcrlorn and silent, till Eichard who was painting some letters on card-board to supply the gaps in Aubrey's ivory Alphabet, called Harry to help him; but Ethel, as she sat at work, could only look at Norman, and wish she could devise anything likely to gratify him.

After a time Flora came down, and laying some sheets of closely written note paper before her sister, said, ' Here is dear mamma's unfinished letter to aunt Flora. Papa says we elder ones are to read it. It is a description of us all, and very much indeed we ought to learn from it. I shall keep a copy of it.'

Flora took up her work, and began to consult with Piichard, while Ethel moved to Norman's side, and kneelicg so as to lean against his shoulder, as he sat on a low cushion, they read their mother's List letter, by the fire-light, with indescribable feelings, as they went through the subjects that had lately occupied them, re- lated by her who would never be among them again. After much of this kind, for her letters to Mrs. Arnott were almost journals^ came,

' Yo'i say it is long since you had a portrait gallery of the cliicken daisies, and if I do not write in these leisure days, you -will hardly get it after I am in the midst of business again. The new Daisy is like Margaret at the same age — may ihe continue like her ! Pretty creature, she can hardly be more charming than at present. Aubrey, the moon-faced, is far from reconciled to his deposition from babyhood ; he is a sober, solemn gentleman, backward in talking, and with such a will of his own, as will want much watching ; very different from Blanche, who is Flora over agaui, perhaps prettier, and more fairy-like, unless this is only one's admiration for the buds of the present season. None of them has ever been Eo winning as this little maid, who even attracts Dr. Hoxton himself, and obtains sugar-plums and kisses. " Rather she than I," says Harry, but notice is notice to the white iJayflower, and there is my anxiety — I am afraid it is not whole- some to be too engaging ever to get a rebuff. I hope having a younger sister, and outgrowing baby charms mav be salutarv. Flcia soon left off thinking about

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her beauty, >vnd the fit of vanity docs less barm at five tban fifteen. My pool Tom has not such a happy life as Blanche, he is often in trouble at lessons, and bullied hy Harry at pliiy, in spite of bis champion, Mary; and yet I cannot interfere, for it is good for him to have all this preparatory tcazing, before be goes into school. " lie has good abilities, but not much perseverance or energy, and I must take the teaching of him into my own bands till his schooldays begin, in hopes of instilling them. The girlishness and timidity will be knocked out of him by the boys, I suppose ; Harry is too kind and generous to do more than tcazo ?»im moflerately, and Norman will see that it does not go too far. It is a common saying that Tom and IMary made a mistake, that he is the girl, and she tire boy, for she is a rough, merry creature, the noisiest in the bouse, always skirmbhing with Harry in defence of Tom, and yet devoted to him, and wan.ing to do every- thing he does. Those two, Harrj' and Mary, are exactly alike, except for Harry's curly mane of lion-coloured wig. The "yellow haired laddie " is papa's name for ilarrj', which he does not mind from him, though fiu-ious if the girls attempt to call him so. Harry is the thorough boy of the family, all spirit, recklessness, and mischief, but so true, and kind, and noble-hearted, that one loves him the better after every freely confessed scrape. I cannot tell you how grateful I am to my boy for his perfect confidence, the thing that chiefly lessens my anxiety lor him in his hah'-school, half-home life, which does not seem to me to work quite well with him. There are two sons of Mrs. Anderson's at the school, who are more his friends than I like, and he is too easily led by the desire not to be out- done, and to show that he fears nothing. Lately, our sailor-guest has inspired him with a vehement wish to go to sea ; I wish it was not necessary that the deci.sion should be made so early in life, for this fault is just what would make us most fear to send hira into the world very young, though in some ways it might not do amiss for him.

' So much for the younger bairns, whom you never beheld, dear Flora. The three whom you left, when' people used to waste pity on me for their being all babies together, now look as if any pair of them were twuis, for Norman 13 the tallest, ahuost outgrowing his strength, and Ethel's sharp face, so like her papa's, makes her look older than Flora. Norman and Ftlicl do indeed take after their papa, more than any of the others, and arc much alike. There is the s:ime bril- liant cleverness, the same strong feeling, noteasy of demonstration, though impet- uous in action ; but poor Ethel's old foibles, her harum-scarum nature, quick temper, uncouth manners, and heedlessness of all but one absorbing object, have kept l.cr back, and caused her much discomfort ; yet I sometimes think these manifest defects have occasionea a discipline that is the best thing for the char- acter in the end. They are faults that show themselves, and which one can tell bow to deal with, and I have full confidence that she has the principle within her that will conquer them.'

' If^' mournfully sighed Etliel ; but her brother pointed ou further.

' l^Ty great hope is her entire indifference to praise — not approval, but praise. If she lias not come up to her own standard, she works on, not always with good temper, but perscveringly, and entirely imheeding of commendation till she has satisfied herself, only thinking it stupid not to see the faults. It is this inde- lieudence of praise that I want to see in her brother and sister. They justly earn it, and are rightly pleased with it ; but I cannot feel sure whether they do not depend on it too much. Norinau lives, like all school-boys, a life of emulation, and has never met with anything but success. I do believe Dr. lloxton and Mr. AVihnot are as proud of him as wo arc ; and he has never sho-ATi any ten- dency to conceit, but I am afraid bo has the love of being foremost, and pride iu his superiority, caring for what he is, compared with others, rather than what bt is hiuisvll'.'

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* I know,' said Norman ; ' I have done so, but that's orer. I see what it is worth. I'd give all the qiiam optimes I ever got in my life to be the help Richard is to papa.'

' You would if you were his age.'

' Not I, I'm not the sort. I'm not like her. But are we to go on about the elders ? '

' Oh ! yes, don't let us miss a word. There can't be anything but praise of them.'

' Your sweet goddaughter. I almost feel as if I had spoken in disparagement of her, but I meant no such thing, dear girl. It would be hard to find a fault in her, since the childish love of admiration was subdued. She is so solid and steady, as to be very valuable with the younger ones, and is fast growing so lovely, that I wish you could behold her. I do not see any vanity, but there lies my dread, not of beauty-vanity, hut that she will find temptation in the being everywhere liked and sought after. As to Margaret, my precious com- panion and friend, you have heard enough of her to know her, and, as to telling you what she is hke, I could as soon set about describing her papa. When I thought of not being spared to them this time, it was happiness indeed to think of her at their head, fit to be his companion, with so much of his own talent as to be more up to conversation with him, than he could ever have found his stupid old Maggie. It was rather a trial of her discretion to have Mr. Erneschffe here Vfhile I was up-stairs, and very well she seems to have come out of it. Poor Richard's last disappointment is still our chief trouble. He has been working hard with a tutor all through the vacation, and has not even come home to see his new sister, on his way to Oxford. He had made a resolution that he would not come to us, till he had passed, and his father thought it best that it should be kept. I hope he will succeed next time, hut his nervousness I'enders it still more doubtful. With him it is the very reverse of Norman. He sufiers too much for want of commendation, and I cannot wonder at it, when I see how much each iailure vexes his father, and Richard little knows how precious is our perfect confidence in him, how much more valuable than any honours he could earn. You would be amused to see how little he is altered from the pretty little fair fellow, that you used to say, was so like my old portrait, even the wavy rings of light glossy hair sit on his forehead, just as you liked to twist them ; and his small trim figure is a fine contrast to Norman's long legs and arms, which — '

There the letter broke off, the playful affection of the last words making it almost more painful to think that the fond hand would never hnish the sentence.

CHAPTER VI.

'A drooping daisy changed into a cup, ia wliich hci- bright-eyed beauty is shut upr.

"WOEDSWORTU.

• So there you are up for the day — really you look very comfort- able,' said Ethel, coming into the room where Margaret lay on her bed, half raised by pillows, supported by a wooden frame.

' Yes, is not it a charming contrivance of Richard's ? It quite £;ives me the use of my hands,' said Margaret.

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'I tliiuk he is doing something else for you,' said Ethol; •] heard him carpentering at six o'clock this morning, but I suppose it is to be a secret.'

' And don't you admire her night-cap ? ' said Flora. 'Is it anything different V said Ethel, peering closer. '0,1 tee — so she has a hue day-night-eap. Is that your taste. Flora?'

' Partly,' said Margaret, ' and partly my own. I put in all theso little white puffs, and I hope you think they do me credit. AVasn't it grand of mc ? '

' She only despises you for them,' said Flora. 'I'm very glad you could,' said Ethel gravely; 'but do you know? it is ratlicr like that horrid old lady in some book, who had a paralytic stroke, and the first thing she did that showed she had come to her senses was to write, " llose-coloured curtains for the Doctors." '

' AVcll, it was for the Doctor,' said Margaret, ' and it had its effect, lie told me I looked much better when he found mo trying it on.'

' Aud did you r«ally have the looking-glass and try it on ? ' cried EtheL

* Yes, really,' said Flora. * Don't you think one may as well bo fit to be seen if one is jU ? It is no use to depress one's friends by being more forlorn and disconsolate than one can help.'

' Xo — not disconsolate,' said Ethel; 'but the white puffiuess — and the heniniiug — and the glass ! '

' Poor Ethel can't get over it,' said Margaret. ' But, Ethel, do you think there is nothing disconsolate in untidiness ? '

' You could be tidy without the little puffs ! Your first bit of work too 1 Don't think I'm tiresome. If they were an amusement to you, I am sure I am very glad of them, but I can't sec the sense of them.'

' Poor little things ! ' said Margaret laughing. ' It is only my foible for making a thing look nice. And, Ethel,' she added, draw- ing her down close over her, ' I did not think the trouble wasted, if seeing me look fresher cheered up dear papa a moment.'

' I spoke to papa about nurse's proposal,' said Margaret present- ly to Flora, ' and he quite agrees to it. Indeed it is impossiblo that Aime should attend properly to all the children while nurse is so much engaged with me.'

' I think so,' said Flora ; ' and it does not answer to bring Au- brey into the school-room. It only makes Mary and Blanche idle, and 3Ii.ss Winter docs not like it.'

' Then the (juestion is, wlio shall it be ? Nurse has no one in view, and only protests against " one of the girls out of the school here."' ' Tiiat's a great pity,' said Flora. ' Don't you think we could make her take to Jane Wliife, she is so very nice.'

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Besides, I remember at the time Anne came, dear mamma thouglit there was danger of a girl's having too many acquaintances, espe- cially taking the children out walking. We cannot always be sure of sending her out with Anne.'

' Do you remember ' — said Ethel, there stopping.

' Well,' said both sisters.

' Don't you recollect, Flora, that girl whose father was in the hospital — that girl at Cocksmoor ? '

' I do,' said Flora. ' She was a very nice girl , I wonder whe ther nurse would approve of her.'

' How old ? ' said Margaret.

' Fourteen, «nd tall. Such a clean cottage ! '

The girls went ou, and Margaret began to like the idea very much; and consider whether the girl could be brought for inspection, before nurse was prejudiced by hearing of her Cocksmoor extraction. At that moment Richard knocked at the door, and entered with Tom, helping him to bring a small short-legged table, such as could stand pn the bed at the right height for Margaret's meals or employments.

There were great exclamations of satisfaction, and gratitude ; ' it was the very thing wanted, only how could he have contrived it ? '

' Don't you recognise it ? ' said he.

' 0, 1 see ; it is the old drawing-desk that no one used. And you haveputlegsto it — howfamous ! You are the best contriver, Richard !'

' Then see, you can raise it up for reading or writing ; here's a corner for your ink to stand flat ; and there it is down for your dinner.'

' Charming, you have made it go so easily, when it used to be so stifi". There — give me my work-basket, please, Ethel ; I mean to make some more white puffs.'

' What's the matter now, Ethel ? ' said Flora ; ' you look as if you did not approve of the table.'

' I was only thinking it was as if she was settling herself to lie in bed for a very long time,' said Ethel.

' I hope not,' said Richard ; ' but I don't see why she should not be as comfortable as she can, while she is there.'

' I am sure I hope you will never be ill, Ethel,' said Flora. ' You would be horrid to nurse ! '

' She will know how to be grateful when she is,' said Margaret.

' I say, Richard,' exclaimed Ethel, ' this is hospital-meeting day so you won't be wanted to drive papa.'

' No, I am at your service ; do you want a walk ? '

So it was determined that Richard and Ethel should walk to- gether to Cocksmoor.

No two people could be much more unlike than Richard and Etheldred May ; but they were very fond of each other. Richard was sometimes seriously annoyed by Ethel's heedlessness, and did not always understand her sublimities, but he had a great deal of admira- tion for one who partook so much of his father's nature ; and Ethel

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luul a clue respect tor licr eldest brother, gratitude and stroug affeo^ lion for many kindnesses, a reverence for his sterling goodness, and his oxeniption from her own besetting failings, only a little damped by her compassionate wonder at his deficiency in talent, and by her vexation at not being always comprehended.

They went by the road, for the plantation gate was far too serious an undertaking for any one not in the highest spirits for enterprise. On the way there was a good deal of that desultory talk, very socia- ble and interesting, that is apt to prevail between two people, who would never have chosen each other for companions, if they were uot of the same family, but who are nevertheless very affectionate and companionable. Ethel was anxious to licar wfcat her brother thought of papa's spirits, and whether he ialkcd in their drives.

' Sometimes,' said Richard. ' It is just as it happens. Now and then he goes on just like himself, and then at other times he will' not speak for three or four miles.'

' And he sighs ? ' said Ethel. ' Those sighs are so very sad, and lung, and deep ! They seem to have whole volumes in them, as if there was such a weight on him.'

* Some people say he is not as much altered as they expected,' said llichard.

' Oh ! do they ? Well ! I can't fancy any one feeling it more. lie can't leave off his old self, of course, but' — Ethel stopped short.

' Margaret is a great comfort to him,' said llichard.

' That she is. She thinks of him all day long, and I don't think either of them is ever so happy as in the evening, wlicn he sits with her. They talk about mamma then' —

It was just what llichard could not do, and he made some obser- vation to change the subject, but Ethel returned to it, so far as to beg to know how the arm was going on, for she did not like to say any thing about it to papa.

* It will be a long business, I am afraid,' said Richard. 'In- deed, he said the other day, he thought he should never have the free use of the elbow.'

' And do you think it is very painful ? I saw the other day, when Aubrey was sitting on his knee and fidgettlng, he shrank whenever lie even came towards it, and yet it seemed as if he could not bear to put him down.'

' Yes, it is excessively tender, and sometimesgcts very badat night.'

' Ah,' said Ethel, ' there's a line — here — round his eyes, that there never used to be, and when it deepens, I am sure he is in pain, or has been kept awake.'

' You are very odd, Elhcl ; how do you sec things in people's faces, when you miss so much at just the same distance? '

' I look after what I care about,' said Ethel. ' One sees more Xf'iiii oue's mind than one's eyes. The best sight is inside.'

'But do you always sec the truth ? ' said Richard gravely.

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* Quite euougb. What is less common tLau the ordiuary world ? ' said Ethel.

Richard shook his head, not quite satisfied, but not sure enougt tluit he entered into her meaning to question it.

' I wonder you don't w-ear spectacles,' was the result of his medi- tation, and it made her laugh by being so inapposite to her own reflections ; but the laugh ended in a melancholy look. ' Dear mamma did not like me to use them,' she said in a low voice.

Thus they talked till they arrived at Cocksmoor, where poor Mrs. Taylor, inspirited by better reports of her husband and the hopes for her daughter, was like another woman. Richard was very careful not to raise false expectations, saying it all depended on Miss May and nurse, and what they thought of her strength and steadi- ness, but these cautions did not seem capable of damping the hopes of the smooth-haired Lucy, who stood smiling and curtseying. The twins were grown and improved, and Ethel supposed they would be brought to Church on the next Christening Sunday, but their moth- er looked helpless and hopeless about getting them so far, and how was she to get gossips ? Ethel began to grow very indignant, but she was always shy of finding fault with poor people to their faces when she would not have done so to persons in her own station, and so she was silent, while Richard hoped they would be able to man- age, and said it would be better not to wait another month for still worse weather and shorter days.

As they were coming out of the house, a big, rough-looking, uncivilized boy came up before them, and called out, ' I say — ben't you the young Doctor up at Stoneborough ? '

' I am Dr. May's son,' said Richard ; while Ethel, startled, clung to his arm, in dread of some rudeness.

' Granny's bad,' said the boy ; proceeding without further expla- nation to lead the way to another hovel, though Richard tried to explain that the knowledge of medicine was not in his case heredi- tary, A poor old woman sat groaning over the fire, and two chil- dren crouched, half-clothed on the bare floor.

Richard's gentle voice and kind manner drew forth some won- derful descriptions — ' her head was all of a goggle, her legs all of a fur, she felt as if some one was cutting right through her.'

' Well,' said Richard kindly, ' I am no Doctor myself, but I'll ask my father about you, and perhaps he can give you an order for the hospital.'

' No, no, thank ye, Sir ; I can't go to the hospital, I can't leave these poor children ; they've no father nor mother. Sir, and no one to do for them but me.'

' What do you all live on, then ? ' said Richard, looking round the desolate hut.

' On Sam's wages. Sir ; that's that boy. He is a good boy to Die, Sir, and his little sisters ; he brings it, all he gets, home to me,

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rig'lar, but 'tis but six shillings a week, and they makes him take half of it out in goods and beer, which is a bad thing for a boy like him, Sir.

" Uow old are you, Sam ? '

Sam scratched his head, and answered nothing. His grand mother knew lie was the age of her black bonnet, and as he looked about fifteen, Ethel honoured him and the bonnet accordingly, whilo Richard said he must be very glad to be able to maintain them all, at his ago, and, promising to try to bring his father that way, since prescribing at second hand for such curious symptoms was more than cuuld be expected, he took his leave.

' A wretched place,' said llichard, looking round. ' I don't know what lielp there is for the people. There's no one to do any thing for them, and it's of no use to tell them to come to Church when it is so far off, and there is so little room for them.'

' It is miserable,' said Ethel; and all her thoughts during her last walk thither began to rush over her again, not effaced, but rather burnt in, by all that had subsequently happened. She had said it should be her aim and effort to make Cocksmoor a Christian place. Such a resolve, must not pass away lightly; she knew it must be acted on, but how ? What would her present means — one sovereign — effect ? Ilcr fancies, rich and rare, had nearly been forgotten of late, but .she might make them of use in time — in time, and here v,ere hives of children growing up in heathenism. Suddenly an idea struck her — llichard, when at home, was a very diligent teach- er in the Sunday-school at Stoneborough, though it was a thankless task, and he was the only gentleman so engaged, except the two Clergymen — the other male teachers being a formal, grave, little baker, and one or two monitors.

' llichard,' said Ethel, ' I'll tell j'ou what. Suppose we were to set up a Sunday-school at Cocksmoor. We could get a room, and walk there every Sunday afternoon, and go to Church in the even- ing instead.'

He was so confounded by the suddenness of the project, that he did not answer, till she had time for several exclamations and ' Well, Kicliard ! '

' I cannot tell,' he said. ' Going to Church in the evening would interfere with tea-time — put out all the house — make the evening uncomfortable.'

' The evenings are horrid now, especially Sundays,' said Ethel.

' ]3ut missing two more would make them worse for the others.

* I'apa is always w ith Margaret,' said Ethel. ' We are of no use to bint IJesidcs those poor children — are not they of more importance?'

• And, then, what is to become of Stoneborough school ? '

' 1 hate it,' exclaimed Ethel ; then seeing llichard shocked, and finding she had spoken more vehemently than she intended — ' It is not as bad for you among the boys, but while that committee goes on, it is not the least use to try to teach the girls right. Oh ! tho

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fusses about the books, and one's way of teaching ! And fancy how Mrs. Ledwich used us. You know I went again last Sunday, for the first time, and there I found that class of Margaret's, that she had just managed to get into some degree of nice order, taken so much pains with, taught so well. She had been telling me what to hear them — there it is given away to Fanny Anderson, who is no more fit to teach than that stick, and all Margaret's work will be undone. No notice to us — ^not even the civility to wait and see when she gets better.'

' If we left them now for Cocksmoor, would it not look as if we were afi"ronted ? '

Ethel was slightly taken aback, but only said, ' Papa would bo very angry if he knew it.'

'■ I am glad you did not tell him,' said Richard.

' I thought it would only tease him,' said Ethel, ' and that he might call it a petty female squabble ; and when Margaret is well, it will come right if Fanny Anderson has not spoilt the girls in the meantime. It is all Mrs. Ledwich's doing. How I did hate it when every one came up and shook hands with me, and asked after Margaret and papa, only just out of curiosity ! '

' Hush, hush, Ethel, what's the use of thinking such things ? '

A silence, — then she exclaimed, ' But, indeed, Hichard, you don't fancy that I want to teach at Cocksmoor, because it is disagreeable at Stoneborough ? '

' No, indeed.'

The rendering of full justice conveyed in his tone, so opened Ethel's heart, that she went on eagerly : — ' The history of it is this. Last time we walked here, that day, I said, and I meant it, that I would never put it out of my head; I would go on doing and striving, and trying, till this place was properly cared for, and has a Church and a Clergyman. I believe it was a vow, Hichard, I do believe it was, — and if one makes one, one must keep it. There it is. So, I can't give money, I have but one pound in the world, but I have time, and I would make that useful, if you would help me.'

' I don't see how ' was the answer, and there was a fragment of a smile on Kichard's face, as if it struck him as a wild scheme, that Ethel should undertake, single-handed, to evangelize Cocksmoor.

It was such a damper as to be most mortifying to an enthusiastic gii-l, and she drew into herself in a moment.

They walked home in silence, and when Richard warned her that she was not keeping her dress out of the dirt, it sounded like a sarcasm on her projects, and, with a slightly pettish manner, she raised the imfortuuate skirt, its crape trimmings greatly bespattered with ruddy mud. Then recollecting how mamma would have shaken her head at that very thing, she regretted the temper she had betrayed, and in a ' larmoyante ' voice, sighed, ' I wish I could pick my way better. Some people have the gift, you have hardly a splash, and I'm up to the ancles in mud.' Vol. I.— 3

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* It is only taking care,' said Richard ; ' besides your frock is so long, and full. Can't you tuck it up, and pin it ? '

' !My jiins always come out,' said Ethel, disconsolately, crumpling the black fuUl.s into one hand, 'vvliilo she hunted for a pin with the other.

* No wonder, if you stick them in that way,' said llichard. ' Oh ! you'll tear that crape. Here, lot me help you. Don't you see, make it go in and out, that way; give it something to pull against.'

Ethel lauglied. ' That's the third thing you have taught me — U (liread a needle, tie a bow, and stick in a pin 1 I never could learn thost^ things of anyone else; they show, but don't explain the theory.'

They met Dr. May at tiie entrance of the town, very tired, and saying he had been a long tramp, all over the place, and Mrs. Hoxton had been boring him with her fancies. As he took Richard's arm he gave the long heavy sigh that always fell so painfully on Ethel's car.

' Dear, dear, dear papa ! ' thought she, ' my work must also be to do all I can to comfort him.'

Her reflections were broken off. Dr. May exclaimed, ' Ethel, don't make such a figure of yourself. Those muddy ancles and petticoats are not fit to be seen — there, new you are sweeping the pavement. Have you no medium ? One would think you had never worn a gown in your life before ! '

Poor Ethel stepped on before with mud-encrusted heels, and her father speaking sharply in the weariness and soreness of his heart ; her draggle-tailed i^ctticoats weighing down at once her mis- sionary projects at Cocksmoor, and her tender visions of comforting her widowed father ; her heart was full to overflowing, and where was the mother to hear her troubles ?

She opened the hall door, and would have rushed up-stairs, but nurse happened to be crossing the hall. ' IMiss Ethel ! Miss Ethel, you arn't going up with them boots on ! I do declare you arc just like one of the boys. And your frock ! '

Ethel sat submissively down on the lowest step, and pulled off her boots. As .she did so, her father and brother came in — the former desiring Richard to come with him to the study, and write a note for him. She hoped tiiat thus she might have Margaret to herself, and hurried into her room. IMargaret was alone, maids and children at tea, and Flora dressing. The room was in twilight, with the red gleam of the fire playing cheerfully over it.

' Well, Ethel, have you had a pleasant walk ? '

' Yes — no — Oh Margaret ! ' and throwing hcr.sclf across the bottom of the bed, she burst into tear.s.

' p]thel, dear, what is the matter? Papa — '

' No — no — only I draggled my frock, and Richard threw cold water. And I am good for nothing ! Oh ! if mamma was but here! '

'Darling Ethel, dear Ethel, I wish I could comfort you. Come a

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little nearer to me, I can't reach jou. Dear Ethel, what has gone wrong ? '

' Every thing,' said Ethel. ' Ino — I'm too dii-ty to come on your white bed ; I forgot, you won't like it,' added she, in an injiu-ed tone.

' You are wet, you are cold, you are tired,' said Margaret. ' Stay here and dress, don't go up in the cold. There, sit by the fire, pull off your frock and stockings, and we will send for the others. Let ma see you look comfortable — there. Now tell me who threw cold water.

' It was figurative cold water,' said Ethel, smiling for a moment. ' I was only silly enough to tell Richard my plan, and it's horrid to talk to a person who only thinks one high-flying and nonsensical — and then came the dirt.'

' But what was the scheme, Ethel ? '

' Cocksmoor,' said Ethel, proceeding to unfold it.

' I wish we could,' said Margaret. ' It would be an excellent thing. But how did Richard vex you ? '

' I don't know,' said Ethel, ' only he thought it would not do. Perhaps he said right, but it was coldly, and he smiled.'

' He is too sober-minded for our flights,' said Margaret. ' I know the feeling of it, Ethel dear ; but you know if he did see that some of your plans might not answer, it is no reason you should not try to do something at once. You have not told me about the girl.'

Ethel proceeded to tell the history. ' There ! ' said Margaret, cheerfully, ' there are two Avays of helping Cocksmoor already. Could you not make some clothes for the two grand-children ? I could help you a little, and then, if they were well clothed, you might get them to come to the Sunday-school. And as to the twins, I won- der what the hire of a cart would be to bring the Christening party ? It is just what Richard could manage.'

' Yes,' said Ethel ; ' but those are only little isolated individual things ! '

' But one must make a beginning.'

' Then. Margaret, you think it was a real vow ? You don't think it silly of me ? ' said Ethel, wistfully.

* Ethel, dear, I don't think dear mamma would say we ought to make vows, except what the Church decrees for us. I don't think she would like the notion of your considering yourself pledged ; but I do think, that, after all you have said and felt about Cocksmoor, and being led there on that day, it does seem as if we might be Intended to make it our especial charge.'

' 0 Margaret, I am glad you say so. You always understand,'

' But you know we are so young, that now we have not her to judge for us, we must only do little things that we are quite sure of, or we shall get wrong.'

' That's not the way great things were done.'

' I don't know, Ethel; I think great things can't be good unlesj they stand on a sure foundation of little ones.'

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' Well, I believe Richard was right, and it would not do to bcgic on Sunday, but he was so tame ; and then my frock, and the horrid deficiency in those little neatnesses.'

' Pcrliups that is good for you in one way ; you might get very high-llyiiig if you had not the discipline of those little tirosomo things ; correcting them will help you, and keep your high things from being all romance. I know dear mamma used to say so; that the trying to conc^uer them was a help to you. 0, here's Mary ! Mary, will you get Ethel's dressing things y She has come home wet-footed and cold, and has been warming herself by my fire.'

Mary was happy to help, and Ethel was dressed and cheered by the time Dr. May came in, for a hurried visit and report of his doings ; Flora followed on her way from her room. Then all went to tea, leaving Margaret to have a visit from the little ones under charge of nurse. Two hours' stay with her, that precious time when she knew that sad as the talk often was, it was truly a comfort to him. It ended when ten o'clock struck, and he went down — Mar- garet hearing the bell, the sounds of the assembling servants, the shutting of the door, the stillness of praj'cr time, the opening again, the feet moving off in different directions, then brothers and sisters coming in to kiss her and bid her good-night, imrse and Flora arranging her for the night. Flora coming to sleep in her little bed in a corner of the room, and, lastly, her father's tender good-night, and mclaucholy look at her, and all was quiet, except the low voices and movements as llichard attended him in his own room.

Margaret could think : ' Dear, dear Ethel, how noble and high she is ! But I am afraid ! It is what people call a difficult, danger- ous age, and the grander she is, the greater danger of not managing her rightly. If those high jmrposes should run only into romance like mine, or grow out into eccentricities and unfemininesscs, what a grievous pity it would be ! And I, so little older, so much less clever, with just sympathy enough not to be a wise restraint — lam the person who has the responsibility, and oh, what shall I do ? Mamma trusted to me to be a mother to them, pApa looks to me, and I so unlit, besides this helplessness. But God sent it, and put me in my place. He made me lie here, and will raise me up if it \s good, so I trust He will help me with my sisters.'

' Grant me to have a right judgment in all things, and evermore to rejoice in Thy holy comfort.'

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CHAPTER YII.

' Something between a hindrance and a help.'

■WORDSWOnTIt.

ErnELDEED awoke long before time for getting up, and lay pondering over her visions. Margaret had sympathized, and therefore they did not seem entirely aerial. To earn money by writing was her favourite plan, and she called her various romances in turn before her memory, to judge which might be brought down to sober pen and ink. She considered till it became not too unreasonably early to get up. It was dark, but there was a little light close tc the win- dow : she had no writing-paper, but she would interline her old ex- ercise-book. Down she ran, and crouching in the school-room win- dow-seat, she wrote on in a trance of eager composition, till Norman called her, as he went to school, to help him to find a book.

This done, she went up to visit Margaret, to tell her the story, and consult her. But this was not so easy. She found Margaret with little Daisy Ij'ing by her, and Tom sitting by the fire over his Latin.

' 0 Ethel, good morning, dear ! you are come just in time.'

' To take baby ? ' said Ethel as the child was fretting a little.

' Yes, thank you, she has been very good, but she was tired of lying here, and I can't move her about,' said Margaret.

' 0 Margaret, I have such a plan,' said Ethel, as she walked about with little Gertrude ; but Tom interrupted.

' Margaret, will you see if I can say my lesson?' and the thumbed Latin grammar came across her just as Dr. May's door opened, and he came in exclaiming, ' Latin grammar ! Margaret, this is really too much for you. Good morning, my dears. Ha ! Tommy, take your book away, my boy. You must not inflict that on sister now There's ycur regular master, Eichard, in my room, if it is fit for his ears yet. What, the little one here too ? '

' How is your arm, papa ? ' said Margaret. ' Did it keep you awake ? '

' Not long — it set me dreaming though, and a very romantic dream it was, worthy of Ethel herself.'

' What was it, papa ? '

* 0, it was an odd thing, joining on strangely enough with one ] had three or four-and-twenty years ago, when I was a young man, hearing lectures at Edinburgh, and courting' — he stopped, and felt Margaret's pulse, asked her a few questions, and talked to the baby Ethel longed to hear his dream, but thought he would not like to go on; however, he did presently.

' The old dream was the night after a pic-nic on Arthur's Seat with the Mackenzies ; Mamma and Aunt Flora were there. 'Twas a regular boy's dream, a tournament or something of that nature,

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where I was victor, the quecu — you know who she was — ^giving mo her token — a Daisy Chain.'

' That is why you like to call U3 your Daisy Chain,' said Ethel.

' Did you write it in verse ? ' said Margaret. ' I think I once eaw some verses like it in her desk.'

' I was in love, and thrce-and-twenty,' said the Doctor, looking drolly f;"Liiity in the midst of his sadness. ' Aye, those fixed it in my memory, perhaps my fancy made it more distinct than it really was. An evening or two ago, I met with them, and that stirred it up, I suppose. Last night came the tournament again, but it was the mrlee, a sense of beuig crushed down, suflfocatcd by the throng of armed knights and horses — pain and wounds — and I looked in vain through the opposing overwhelming host for my — my jMaggie. "Well, I got the worst of it, my sword arm was broken — I foil, was stifled — crushed — in misery — all I could do was to grasp my token — my Daisy Chain,' and he pressed Margaret's hand as he said so. ' And, behold, the tumult and despair were passed. I lay on the grass in the cloisters, and the Daisy Chain hung from the sky, and was drawing me upwards. There^— it is a queer dream for a sober old country Doctor. I don't know why I told you, don't tell any one again.'

And he walked away, muttering, ' For he told me his dreams, talked of eating and drinkmg,' leaving Margaret with her eyes full of tears, and Ethel vehemently caressing the baby.

' How beautiful ! ' said Ethel.

' It has been a comfort to him, I am sure,' said Margaret.

* You don't tliink it ominous,' said Ethel, with a slight tremulous voice.

' More soothing than any thing else. It is what wo all feel, is it not ? that this little daisy bud is the link between us and heaven ? '

* But about him. He was victor at first — vanquished the next time ? '

' I think —if it is to have an interpretation, though I am not riiirc we ought to tike it so seriously, it would only mean that in younger days, peopio care for victory and distinction in this world, like Norman, or as papa most likely did then ; but, as they grow older, they care less, and others pass them, and they know it docs not signify, for in our race all may win.'

' But he has a great name. How many people come from a distance to consult him ! he is looked upon, too, in other ways ! ho can do anything with the corporation.'

Margaret smiled. ' All this does not sound grand — it is not as if he had set up in London.'

' Oh dear, I am so glad he did not.'

' Shall I tell you what mamma told mc he said about it, when uncle Mackenzie said he ought ? He answered, that he thought

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health and happy home attachments, -were a better provision for us to set out in life with than thousands.'

' I am sure he was right ! ' said Ethel, earnestly. ' Then you don't think the dream meant being beaten, only that our best things are not gained by successes in this world ? '

' Don't go and let it dwell on your mind as a vision,' said Mar- garet. ' I think dear mamma would call that silly.'

An interruption occurred, and Ethel had to go down to breakfast with a mind floating between romance, sorrow, and high aspirations^ very unlike the actual world she had to live in. First, there was a sick man walking into the study, and her father, laying down his letters, saying, 'I must despatch him lefore prayers, I suppose. I've a great mind to say I never will see any one who wont keep to my days.'

' I can't imagine why they don't, said Flora, as he went. ' lie is always saying so, but never acting on it. If he would once turn one awa}', the rest would mind.'

Richard went on in silence, cutting bread and butter.

' There's another ring,' said Mary.

' Yes, he is caught now, they'll go on in a stream. I shall not keep Margaret waiting for her breakfast, I shall take it up.'

The morning was tiresome ; though Dr. May had two regular days for seeing poor people at his house, he was too good-natured to keep strictly to them, and this day, as Flora had predicted, there Avas a procession of them not soon got rid of, even by his rapid queries and the talismanic figures made by his left hand on scraps of papf^r, with which he sent them oif to the infirmary. Ethel tried to read ; the children lingered about ; it was a trial of temper to all but Tom, who obtained Richard's attention to his lessons. He liked to say them to his brother, and this was an incentive to learn them c{uickly, that none might remain for Miss Winter when Richard went out for his father. If mamma had been there, she Vi'ould have had prayers ; but now no one had authority enough, though they did at last even finish breakfast. Just as the gig came to the door. Dr. May dismissed his last patient, rang the bell in haste, and as soon as prayers were ever, declared he had an appoint- ment, and had no time to eat. There was a general outcry, that it was bad enough when he was well, and now he must not take liberties; Flora made him drink some tea; and Richard placed morsels in his way, while he read his letters. He ran up for a final look at Margaret, almost upset the staid Miss Winter as he ran down again, called Richard to take the reins, and was off.

It was French day, always a trial to Ethel. M. Ballompre, the master, knew what was good and bad French, but could not render a reason, and Ethel being versed in the principles of grammar, from her Latin studies, chose to know the Avhy and wherefore of his corrections — she did not like to see her pages do-

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faced, and have no security against future errors ; ■svliilc he thought her a trouhlcsome pupil, and was put out l)y lier questions. Thej wrangled. Miss Winter was displeased, and Ethel felt injured.

Mary's inability to catch the pronunciation, and her hopeless dull look when she found that cxur must not be pronounced cour, nor cur, but something between, to which her rosy English lips could never come — all this did not tease M. Eallompre, for he was used to it

Ilis mark for Ethel's lesson was ^ dc V humeur.^

' I am sorry,' said Miss Winter, when he was gone. ' I thought you had outgrown that habit of disputing over every phrase.'

' I can't tell how a language is to be learnt without knowing the rea.sons of one's mistakes,' said Ethel.

' That is what you always say, my dear. It is of no use to renew it all, but I wish you would control yourself. Now, Mary, call Blanche, and you and Ethel take your arithmetic.'

So Flora went to read to Margaret, while Blanche went lightly and playfully through her easy lessons, and Mary floundered pitc- ously over the difEculties of Compound Long Division. Ethel's mind was in too irritated and tumultuous a state for her to derive her usual solace from Cube Hoot. Ilcr sum was wrong, and she wanted to work it right, but Miss Winter, who had little liking foi the higher branches of arithmetic, said she had spent time enough over it, and summoned her to an examination such as the governess was very fond of and often practised. Ethel thought it useless, and was teased by it ; and though her answers were chiefly correct, they were giver, in an irritated tone. It was of this kind : —

What is the date of the inventign of paper ? What is the latitude and lonfptudc of Otahcite ? What are the component parts of bra.<s ? Whence is cochineal imported ?

When this was over, Ethel had to fetch her mending-basket, and Mary her book of selections ; -the piece for to-day's lesson was the quarrel of Brutus and Cassius ; and ^Mary's dull droning tone was a trial to her ears ; she presently exclaimed, ' 0 Mary, don't mui-- dcr it ! '

' Murder what ? ' said ^lary, opening wide her light blue cj'cs.

' That use of exaggerated language,' — began Miss Winter.

' I've heard I'apa say it,' said Ethel, only wanting to silence Miss ^^ inter. In a cooler moment, i^hc would not have used the argument.

* All that a gentleman may say, may not be a precedent for a young lady; but you are interrupting Mary.'

' Only let me show her. I can't bear to hear her, listen, Mary.

' " What shall one of us

That struck the foremost " ' —

* That is declaiming,' said Mi.ss Winter. ' It is not what wc wish for in a lady. You arc neglecting your work and interfering.'

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Ethel made a fretful contortion, and obeyed. So it went on all tlie morning, Ethel's eagerness checked by Miss "Winter's dry man ner, producing pettishness, till Ethel, in a state between self-reproach and a sense of injustice, went up to prepare for dinner, and to risil Margaret on the way.

She found her sister picking a merino frock to pieces. ' See here,' she said eagerly, ' I thought you would like to make up this old frock for one of the Cocksmoor children ; but what is the matter ? ' as Ethel did not show the lively interest that she expected.

' 0 nothinw, only Miss Winter is so tiresome.'

' What was it ? '

' Every thing, it was all horrid. I was cross I know, but she and M. Ballompre made me so ; ' and Ethel was in the midst of the narration of her grievances, when Norman came in. The school was half a mile off, but he had not once failed to come home, in the interval allowed for play after dinner, to inquire for his sister.

' Well, Norman, you are out of breath, sit down and rest. What is doing at school ? are you dux of your class ? '

' Yes,' said the boy, wearily.

' What mark for the verses ? ' said Ethel.

' Quam hene.

' Not optime ? '

' No, they were iame^ Dr. Hoxton said.

' What is Harry doing ? ' said Margaret.

' He is fourth in his form. I left him at football.'

' Dinner ! ' said Flora at the door. ' What will you have, Mar- garet ? '

' I'll fetch it,' said Norman, who considered it his privilege to wait on Margaret at dinner. When he had brought the tray, he stood leaning against the bed-post, musing. Suddenly, there was a considerable clatter of fire-irons, and his violent start surprised Margaret.

' Ethel has been poking the fire,' she said, as if no more was needed to account for their insecurity. Norman put them up again, but a ringing sound betrayed that it was not with a firm touch, and when, a minute after, he came to take her plate, she saw that he was trying with effort to steady his hand.

' Norman, dear, are you sure you are well ? '

' Yes, very well,' said he, as if vexed that she had taken any notice.

' You had better not come racing home. I'm not worth inquiries aow, I am so much better,' said she smiling.

He made no reply, but this was not consenting silence.

* I don't like you to lose your foot-ball,' she pioceeded.

' I could not — ' and he stopped short.

' It would be much better for you,' said she, looking up in his face with anxious affectionate eyes, but he shunned her glance and walked away with her plate.

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Flora had been in such closeattendance upon Margaret, that slic needed some cheerful vralks, and though she had some doubts how affairs at home would go on without her, she was overruled, and seni on a long expedition with Miss Winter and Mary, while Ethel re- mained with Margaret.

The only delay before setting out, was that nurse came in, saying, ' If you please, Miss Margaret, there is a girl come to see about tlio place.'

The sisters looked at each other and .smiled, while Margaret asked whence she came, and who she was.

' Her name is Taylor, and she comes from Cocksmoor, but she is a nice, tidy, strong-looking girl, and she says she has been used to chil- dren.'

Nurse had fallen into a trap most comfortably, and seemed bent upon taking this girl as a choice of her own. She wished to know if Miss Margaret would like to see her.

' If you please, nurse, but if you think she will do, that is enough.'

' Yes, Miss, but you should look to them things yourself. If you please, I'll bring her up.' So nurse departed.

' Charming ! ' cried Ethel, ' that's your capital management, Flora; Nurse thinks she has done it all herself.'

' She is your charge though,' said Flora, ' coming from your own beloved Cocksmoor.'

Lucy Taylor came in, looking very nice, and very shy, curtseying low, in extreme awe of the pale lady in bed. Margaret was much pleased with her, and there was no more to be done but settle that she should come on Saturday, and to let nurse take her into the town to invest her with the universal blackness of the household, where the two Margarets were the only white things.

This arranged, and the walking party set forth, Ethel sat down by her sister's bed, and began to assist in unpicking the merino, telling Margaret how much obliged she was to her for thinking of it, and how grieved at having been so ungrateful in the morning. She was very happy over her contrivances, cutting out under her sister's superinten- dence. She had forgotten the morning's annoyance, till Margaret said, ' I have been thinking of what you said about Miss Winter, and really I don't know what is to be done.'

' 0 Jlarga»-et, I did not mean to worry you,' said Ethel, sorry to .see her look rncasy.

' I like you to tell me every thing, dear Ethel ; but I don't see clearly the best course. We must go on with Mi.ss AVinter.'

* Of course,' said Ethel, shocked at her murmurs having even sug- gcstcd the possibility of a cliange, and having, as well as all the others, a great respect and affection for her governess.

' We could not get on without her, even if I were well,' continued Margaret ; ' and dear raanmia had such perfect trust in her, and we all know and love her so well — it would make us put up with a great deal.'

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* It is all my own foult,' said Ethel, only anxious to make amends to Miss Winter. ' I wish you would not say any thing about it.'

' Yes, it does seem wrong even to think of it,' said Margaret, ' when she has been so very kind. It is a blessing to have any one to whom Mary and Blanche may so entirely be trusted. But for you — '

' It is my own fault,' repeated Ethel.

' I don't think it is quite all your own fault,' said Margaret, ' and that is the difficulty. I know dear mamma thought Miss Winter an excellent governess for the little ones, but hardly up to you, and she saw that you worried and fidgetted each other, so, you know, she used to keep the teaching of you a good deal in her own hands.'

I did not know that was the reason,' said Ethel, overpowered by the recollection of the happy morning's work she had often done in that very room, when her mother had not been equal to the bustle of the whole school-room. That watchful, protecting, guarding, mother's love, a shadow of Providence, had been round them so constantly on every side, that they had been hardly conscious of it till it was lost to them.

' Was it not like her ? ' said Margaret, ' but now, my poor Ethel, I don't think it would be right by you or by 3Iiss Winter, to take you out of the school-room. I think it would grieve her.'

' I would not do that for the world.'

' Especially after all her kind nursing of me, and even, with more reason, it would not be becoming in us to make changes. Besides, King Etheldred,' said Margaret, smiling, ' we all know you are a little bit of a sloven, and, as nurse says, some one must be always after you, and do you know ? even if I were well, I had rather it was Miss Win- ter than me.'

' 0 no, you would not be formal and precise — you would not make me cross.'

' Perhaps you might make me so,' said Margaret, ' or I should let you alone, and Jeave you a slattern. We should both hate it so ! No, don't make me your mistress, Ethel dear, — let me be your sister and play-fellow still, as well as I can.'

' You are, you are. I don't care half so much when I have got you.

' And will you try to bear with her, and remember it is right in the main, though it is troublesome ? '

' That I will. I won't plague you again. I know it is bad for you, you look tired.'

' Pray don't leave off telling me,' said Margaret — ' it is just what I wish on my own account, and I know it is comibrtable to have a good grumble.'

' If it does not hurt you, but I am sure you are not easy now— are you ? '

' Only my back,' said Margaret. ' I have been sitting up longer than usual, and it is tired. Will you call nurse to lay me flat again ? '

The nursery was deserted — all were out, and Ethel came back in

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trepidation at the notion of having to do it herself, though she knew it was only to put one arm to support her sister, while, with the other, she removed the pillows ; but Ethel was conscious of her own awk wardness and want of observation, nor had Margaret entire trust in ber. Still she was too much fatigued to wait, so Ethel was obliged to do her best. She was careful and frightened, and therefore slow and unsteady. She trusted that all was right, and Margaret tried to be- lieve so, though still uneasy.

Ethel began to read to her, and Dr. May came home. She looked up smilin;:, and asked where he had been, but it was vain to try to keep him from reading her face, lie saw in an instant that something was amiss, and drew from her a confession that her back was aching a little. lie knew she might have said a great deal — she was not in a comfort- able position — she must be moved. She shook her head — she had rather wait — there was a dread of being again lifted by Ethel, that she could not entirely hide. Ethel was distressed. Dr. May was angry, and, no wonder, when he saw Margaret suft'er, felt his own inability to help, missed her who had been wont to take all care from his hands, and was vexed to sec a tall strong girl of fifteen, with the full use of both arms, and plenty of sense, incapable of giving any assistance, and only doing harm by trying.

' It is of no use,' said he. 'Ethel will give no attention to any thing but her books ! I've a great mind to put an end to all the Latin and Greek ! She cares for nothing else.'

Ethel could little brook injustice, and much as she was grieving, she exclaimed, ' Papa, papa, 1 do care — now don't I, Margaret ? 1 did my best 1 '

' Don't talk nonsense. Your best, indeed ! If you had taken the most moderate care — '

' I believe Ethel took rather too much care,' said Margaret, much more harassed by the scolding than by the pain. ' It will be all right presently. Never mind, dear Papa.' ^

13ut he was not only grieved for the present, but anxious for the future ; and, though he knew it was bad for Margaret to manifest hia displeasure, he could notrestrain it, and continued to blame Ethel witli enough of injustice to set her on vindication, whereupon he silenced lier, by telling her she was making it worse by self-justification when Margaret ought to be quiet. Margaret tried to talk of other things, but was in too much discomfort to exert herself enough to divert his attention.

At last Flora returned, and saw in an instant what was wanted. Margaret was settled in the right posture, but tlie i)ain would not im- mediately depart, and Dr. May soon found out that she had a head- ache, of which lie knew he was at least as guilty as Etheldred could be.

Nothing could be done but keep her quiet, and Ethel went away to be miserable; Flora tried to comfort her by saying it was unfor- tunate, but no doubt there was a knack, and every one could not man

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age those things ; Margaret was easier now, and as to Papa's anger, he did not always mean all he said.

But consolation came at bed-time ; Margaret received her with open arms when she went to wish her good-night. ' My poor Ethel,' she said, holding her close, ' I am sorry I have made such a fuss.'

' Oh, you did not, it was too bad of me — I am grieved ; are you C{uite comfortable now ? '

' Yes, quite, only a little head-ache, which I shall sleep off. It has been so nice and quiet. Papa took up George Herbert, and has been reading me choice bits. I don't think I have enjoyed any thing so much since I have been ill.'

' I am glad of that, but I have been unhappy all the evening, I wish I knew what to do. I am out of heart about every thing ! '

' Only try to mind and heed, and you will learn. It will be a step

if you will only put your shoes side by side when you take them off.'

Ethel smiled and sighed, and Margaret whispered, ' Don't grieve

about me, but put your clever head to rule your hands, and you

will do for home and Cocksmoor too. Good-night, dearest.'

' I've vexed papa,' sighed Ethel — and just then he came into the room.

' Papa,' said Margaret, ' here's poor Ethel, not half recovered from her troubles.'

He was now at ease about Margaret, and knew he had been harsh to another of his motherless girls.

' Ah ! we must send her to the infant-school, to learn " this is my right hand, and this is my left," ' said he, in his half-gay, half- sad manner.

' I was very stupid,' said Ethel.

' Poor child ! ' said her papa, ' she is worse off than I am. If I have but one hand left, she has two left-hands.' ' I do mean to try, papa.'

' Yes, you must, Ethel. I believe I was hasty with you, my poor girl. I was vexed, and we have no one to smooth us down. I am sorry, my dear, but you must bear with me, for I never learnt her ways with you when I might. We will try to have mire pa- tience with each other.'

What could Ethel do but hang round his neck and cry, till ho said, but tenderly, that they had given Margaret quite disturbance enough to-day, and sent her to bed, vowing to watch each littla sctior, lest rhe should again give pain to such a father and sister.

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CHAPTER VIII.

"Tis not enough tliat Greek or Roinnii page At stated hours, his freakish thouglils engage, ICvcn in his pastimes he requires a friend 'I'o warn and teach him sal'i-ly to unhcnd, O'er all his pleasures gently to preside, ■\Vutcli his emotions, and control their tide.'

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TuE misfortunes of tliat day disheartened and disconceited Ethel- dred. To do mischief where she most wished to do good, to grieve where she longed to comfort, seemed to be her fate; it was vain to attempt any thing for any one's good, while all her warm feelings and high aspirations were thwarted by the awkward ungahily hands, and heedless cj^cs that Nature had given her. Nor did the follow- ing day, Saturday, do much for her comfort, by giving her the company of her brothers. That it was Norman's sixteenth birth- day seemed only to make it worse. Their father Lad apparently forgotten it, and Norman stopped Blanche, when she was going to put him in mind of it ; stopped her by such a look as the child never forgot, tliough there was no anger in it. In reply to Ethel's inquiry wliat he was going to do that morning, he gave a yawn and stretch, and said, dejectedly, that he had got some Euripides to look over, and some verses to finish.

' I am sorry ; this is the first time you ever have not managed so as to make a real holiday of j'our Saturday ! '

' I could not help it, and there's nothing to do,' said Norman, wearily,

' I promised to go and read to Margaret, while Flora does her music,' said ]"]thel ; ' I shall come after that and do my Latin and Greek with you.'

Margaret would not keep her long, saying she liked her to be with Norman, but she found him with his head sunk on his open book, fast asleep. At dinner-time, Harry and Tom, rushing in, awoke him with a violent start.

'Halloo! Norman, that was a jump!' said Harry, as his bro- ther stretched and pinched himself ' You'll jump out of your skin Eomc of these days, if you don't take care I '

' It's enough to startle any one to be waked up with such a noise,' said Ethel.

' Then he ought to sleep at proper times,' said Harry, ' and not bo waking me uj) with tumbling about, and hallooing out, and taik- ing in Lis sleep half the night.'

' Talking in Lis sleep ; why, just now, you said lie did not sleep, Bald Ethel.

• Harry knows nothing about it,' said Norman.

' Don't 1 ? well, I only kr!c>v.', if you slept in soIkhiI, and were a

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junior, you would get a proper good licking for going on as you do at niglit.'

' And I tliink you might chance to get a proper good licking for not holding your tongue,' said Norman, which hint reduced Harry to silence.

Dr. May was not come home ; he had gone with Richard far into the country, and was to return to tea. He was thought to be desirous of avoiding the family dinners that used to be so delight- ful. Harry was impatient to depart, and when Mary and Tom ran after him, he ordered them back.

' \Yhere can he be going ? ' said Mary, as she looked wistfully after him.

' I know,' said Tom. < Where ? Do tell me.'

' Only don't tell papa. I went down with him to the play-ground this morning, and there they settled it. The Andersons, and Ax- worthy, and he, are going to hire a gun, and shoot pee-wits on Cocks- moor.'

' But they ought not ; should they ? ' said Mary. ' Papa would be very angry.'

' Anderson said there was no harm in it, but Harry told me not to tell. Indeed, Anderson would have boxed my ears for hearing, when I could not help it.'

' But Harry would not let liim ? '

' Aye. Harry is quite a match for Harvey Anderson, though he is so much younger ; and he said he would not have me bullied.'

' That's a good Harry ! But I wish he would not go out shoot- ing ! ' said Mary.

' Mind, you don't tell.'

' And Where's Hector Ernescliife ? Would not he go ? ' ' No. I like Hector. He did not choose to go, though Anderson teazed him, and said he was a poor Scot, and his brother didn't al- low him tin enough to buy powder and shot. If Harry would have stayed at home, he would have come up here, and we might have had some fun in the garden.'

' I wish he would. AVe never have any fun now,' said Mary ; ' but oh ! there he is; ' as she spied Hector peeping over the gate which led, from the field, into the garden. It was the first time that he had been to Dr. May's since his brother's departure, and he was rather shy, but the joyful welcome of Mary and Tom took off all reluctance, and they claimed him for a good game at play in the wood house. Mary ran up-stairs to beg to be excused the formal walk, and, luckily for her. Miss Winter was in Margaret's room. Margaret asked if it was very wet and dirty, and hearing ' not very,' gave gracious per- mission, and off went Mary and Blanche to construct some curious specimens of pottery, under the superintendence of Hector and Tom. There was a certain ditch where yellow mud was attainable, whereof

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the happy children concocted marbles and vases, •which underwent a preparatory baking in the boys' pockets, that they might not crack in the nursery fire. Margaret only stipulated that her sisters should be well fenced in brown holland, and when Miss Winter looked grave said, ' Poor things, a little thorough play will do them a great deal of good.'

Miss Winter could not see the good of groping in the dirt ; and Margaret perceived that it w^ould be one of her difficulties to know how to follow out her mother's views for the children, without vex- ing the good governess by not deferring to her.

In the meantime, Norman had disconsolately returned to his Euripides, and Ethel, who wanted to stay with him and look out his words, was ordered out by Miss Winter, because she had spent all yesterday in-doors. Miss Winter was going to stay with Margaret, and Ethel and Flora coaxed Norman to come with them, 'just one mile on the turnpike road and back again ; he would be much fresher for his Greek afterwards.'

He came, but he did not enliven his sisters. The three plodded on, taking a diligent constitutional walk, exchanging very few words, and those chiefly between the girls. Flora gathered some hoary clematis, and red berries, and sought in the liedge-sides for some crimson ' fairy baths' to carry home ; and, at the sight of the amuse- ment Margaret derived from the placing the beauteous little Pezlzas in a saucer of damp green moss, so as to hide the brown sticks on which they grew, Ethel took shame to herself for want of perception of little attentions. When she told Norman so, he answered, ' There's no one who does see what is the right thing. How horrid the room looks! Every thing is no how ! ' added he, looking round at the ornaments and things on the tables, which had lost their air of com- fort and good taste. It was not disorder, and Ethel could not see what he meant. ' What's wrong ? ' said she.

' 0 never mind — you can't do it. Don't tr}- — you'll only make it worse. It will never be the same as long as we live.'

' I wish you would not be so unhappy ! ' said Ethel.

' Never mind,' again said Norman, but he put his arm round her.

' ]Iave you done your Euripides ? Can I help you ? Will you construe it with me, or shall I look out your words?'

' Thaidf you, I don't mind that. It is the verses ! I want some sense ! ' said Norman, running his fingers through his hair till it stood on end. ' 'Tis such a horrid subject, Coral Islands ! As if there was anything to be said about them.'

' ]Jear me, Norman, I could say ten thousand things, only I must not tell you what mine are, as yours are not done.'

' No, df)u't,' said Norman, decidedly.

* Did you read the descrij>tion of them in the Quarterly ? I aiu sure you might get some ideas there. Shall I find it for you ? It is in an old number.'

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' Well, do ; tliank you — '

He rested listlessly on the sofa while his sister rummaged in a chiflfoniere. At last she found the article, and eagerly read him the description of the strange forms of the coral animals, and the beau- ties of their flower-like feelers and branching fabrics. It would once have delighted him, but his first comment was, ' Xasty little brutes ! ' However, the next minute he thanked her, took the book, and said he could hammer something out of it, though it was too bad to give such an unclassical subject. At dusk he left off, saying he should get it done at night, his senses would come then, and he should be glad to sit up.

' Only three weeks to the holidays,' said Ethel, trying to be cheerful ; but his assent was depressing, and she began to fear that Christmas would only make them more sad.

Mary did not keep Tom's secret so inviolably, but that, while they were dressing for tea, she revealed to Ethel where Harry was gone. He was not yet returned, though his father and Richard were come in, and the sisters were at once in some anxiety on his account, and doubt whether they ought to let papa know of his disobedience.

Flora and Ethel, who were the first in the drawing-room, had a consultation.

' I should have told mamma directly,' said Flora.

' He never did so,' sighed Ethel, ' things never went wrong then.'

' 0 yes, they did ; don't you remember how naughty Harry was about climbing the wall, and making faces at Mrs. Richardson's ser- vants ? '

' And how ill I behaved the first day of last Christmas holidays ? '

' She knew, but I don't think she told papa.'

' Not that we knew of, but I believe she did tell him everything, and I think, Flora, he ought to knoAV everything, especially now. I never could bear the way the Mackenzies used to have of thinking their parents must be like enemies, and keeping secrets from them.'

' They were always threatening each other, " I'll tell mamma," said Flora, ' and calling us tell-tales because we told our own dear mamma everything. But it is not like that now — I neither like to worry papa, nor to bring Harry into disgrace — besides, Tom and Mary meant it for a secret.'

' Papa would not be angry with him if we told him it was a se- cret,' said Ethel ; ' I wish Harry would come in. There's the door • — oh ! it is only you.'

' Whom did you expect ? ' said Richard, entering.

The sisters looked at each other, and Ethel, after an interval, explained their doubts about Harry.

' He is come in,' said Richard ; ' I saw him running up to his own room, very muddy.'

' 0, I'm glad ! But do you think papa ought to hear it ? I don't know what's to be done. 'Tis the children's secret,' said Flora. Vol. T.- -4

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' It will never do to have him going out with those boys contin uallj,' 8aid Ethel — ' Harvey Anderson close by all the holidays! '

' I'll try what I can do with him,' said Eichard. ' Papa had better not hear it now, at any rate. He is very tired and sad this evening ! and his arm is painful again, so we must not worry him with histories of naughtiness among the children.'

' No,' said Ethel, decidedly, ' I am glad you were there, Ritchie ; T never should have thought of one time being better than another.'

' Just like Ethel ! ' said Flora, smiling.

' Why should you not learn ? ' said llichard gently.

' I can't,' said Ethel, in a desponding way.

' Why not ? You are much sharper than most people, and, if you tried, you would know those things much better than I do, as you know how to learn history.'

' It is quite a different sort of cleverness,' caid Flora. ' Recol- lect Sir Isaac Newton, or Archimedes.'

' Then you must have both sorts,' said Ethel, ' for you can do things nicely, and yet you learn very fast.'

' Take care, Ethel, you are singeing j-our frock ! Well, I really don't think you can help those things ! ' said Flora. ' Your short sight is the reason of it, and it is of no use to try to mend it.'

' Don't tell her so,' said llichard. ' It can't be all short sight — it is the not thinking. I do believe that if Ethel would think, no one would do things so well. Don't you remember the beautiful per- spective drawing she made of this room, for me to take to Oxford ? That was very difficult, and wanted a great deal of neatness and ac- curacy, so why should she not be neat and accurate in other things ? And I know you can read faces, Ethel — why don't you look there before you speak ? '

' Ah ! before instead of after, when I only sec I have said some- thing 7nal-u-propos,^ said Ethel.

' I must go and see about the children,' said Flora ; ' if the tea comes while I am gone, will you make it, Ritchie ? '

* Flora despairs of me,' said Ethel.

' I don't,' said Richard. ' Have you forgotten how to put in a pin yet ? '

' No ; I hope not.'

' Well, then, sec if you can't learn to make tea ; and, by-the-by, Ethel, which is the next Christening Sunday ? '

* The one after next, surely. The first of December is Monday — yes, to-morrow week is the next.'

' Then I have thought of something; it would cost oighteen-pence to hire Joliffe's spring-cart, and we might have Mrs. Taylor and the twins brouglit to Church in it. Should you like to walk to Cocks- moor aud settle it ? '

' 0 yes, very much indeed. What a capital thought. Margaret said you would know how to manage.'

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' Then we will go the first fine day papa does not want me.'

' I wonder if I could finish my purple frocks. But here's tha tea. Now, Richard, don't tell me to make it. I shall do some- thing wrong, and Flora will never forgive you.'

llichard would not let her off.