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A COMFORT and a consolation to 'Mela :" this Joanna bad firmly resolved to be. But, unfortunately for the success of this praiseworthy intention, favorable conditions were wanting. Miss Basil had grown suspicious, and would not now be followed about as of old. When Joanna, bent upon being a comfort and a consolation, pleaded hard for the privilege of sitting with her at work, of fanning her, of threading her needles, the dis. trustful woman complained bitterly that the child grew more troublesome every day.
So Joanna fell back upon her own resources again. A week went by, and the long, uneventful summer days came and passed, one day like another, just as she had foreseen when she bade young Hendall goodby at the gate. She could no! help sighing a little for his return, and she sighed more than a little, when, one morning she happened to overhear his aunt say, in reply to some question Miss Basil bad asked about his room, that he would not return for a
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month. Miss Basil, finding her a few mo- of defining the confusion that overwhelmed, | ple, when we sit down to such a conglomerments afterward sitting listlessly by the hall- understood Mrs. Basil intuitively. Not all ation of grease and alkali and call it-food ? window up-stairs, told her, sharply, to go the wisdom that poor Miss Basil bad been For my part, I think it impious to say grace take some exercise. She always spoke sharp- preaching for years could enable her to per- over such a meal; it is tempting Providence, ly now to Joanna, by way of forestalling in- ceive her own folly in dreaming over the
to eat it.” opportune remarks.
idle work of young Hendall's knife; but her Miss Hawkesby, by way of economy, “May I go with you, 'Mela ? " asked she', feminine instinct revealed to her, on the in- sometimes betook herself to little obscure plaintively, seeing Miss Basil tie on her bat. stant, the grandmamina's antagonism. places, that, boasting of good water and fine
“No, child, no," answered Miss Basil, “Everybody is against me!” she cried, air, allured the unwary by cheap board, and quickly. " I'm only going to the Griswolds. passionately, when Mrs. Basil had passed out betrayed them by bad fare. “I like to know They're down, as usual, with chills, and you of sight; "and I am not - I am not to what places to avoid in my course through can do no good. Go run about the garden." blame !"
life," Miss Hawkesby would say, and be at a But, in the days of June, one begins to But Mrs. Basil, who prided herself upon retreat. Now, Rockville was one of those tire a little of a garden. Joanna walked lan. being a thoroughly reasonable woman, per- places she never wished to see again; and it guidly to her favorite alcove, and there sat ceived clearly enough that Joanna was not was just in this mood that Mrs. Basil's letter down, opposite the mimosa-tree. It comfort- to blame. It was no part of her policy to found her. “The little Joanna again," she ed her a little to sit and gaze at her name, treat the child with harshness. She began said, as she read. “ She needs a change, carved in the bark. It was one of her silly now to manifest a great solicitude about the does she? Ho! ho! Why, so do I! No, fancies that the tree always had a message health and well-being of her husband's no; I'll not bring my little grandpiece to for her; and it said now :
granddaughter ; but none the less was she this place. When I wish to poison my near“Be of good cheer, Joanna ; Pamela is determined to put a peremptory end to her est relations, I'll choose a more refined incross and secret; the days are dull and long; nephew's incipient folly; and to do it so that strument than a Rockville biscuit. If I stay but time, that goes so slowly now, will go her motives should not be suspected.
here much longer, Anita will grow to look swiftly enough one day; everybody is not Not that Mrs. Basil was ashamed of her like a bag. One can't live on air alone, and cross, everybody is not secret!”
motives, however. She persuaded herself, as to climate, any place is endurable until Now Mrs. Basil, in compliance with Dr. now as heretofore, that she was influenced at September, provided one can get something Garnet's advice, bad adopted the habit of least as much by a consideration for Joanna's to eat; so I'll pick Miss Anita up, and go to walking in the garden for the good of her welfare as by solicitude for Arthur's future; Middleborough for a little while. I don't health ; and passing by the alcove late this and she began to reproach herself for having wish to neglect my other niece utterly; and morning, she was moved by some gracious neglected to answer Miss Hawkesby's letter. I'd like to see for myself whether it is she or impulse to stop and speak to the forlorn lit. She had found Basil Redmond so utterly im- Mrs. Basil that needs a change." tle dreamer sitting there. Instead of passing practicable that she saw plainly she must So Miss Hawkesby sent off a letter forth. Joanna by with a nod and a smile, as was her give up any hope of counteracting Arthur's with to Mrs. Basil, and the next day but one ordinary habit, she asked pleasantly, what folly through his agency; but something she packed her trunks, and Rockville knew charm so retired a spot could have for a might be done by working upon old Miss
her no more. young girl ?
Hawkesby: if by any means Joanna could Mrs. Basil was more surprised than pleased But Joanna, unaccustomed to such notice be quietly and properly sent out of the way at this proceeding. She had not desired a from the grazdmamma, was not ready with a during Arthur's absence ! Mrs. Basil re. visit from Miss Hawkesby, who, of course, reply; and while she hesitated shyly, Mrs. solved to try what could be done to bring would be accompanied by Anita ; and, if there Basil's wandering eyes were arrested by the this about. Accordingly, she called on Mrs. was danger in Joanna, would there not be wame on the mimosa-tree.
Stargold, a step that could not excite suspi- double danger in that prettier and more ac"Ah! I comprehend perfectly,” said cion, for she went there every day or two; complished sister? But, fortunately, Arthur she, nodding her head with an effort at play- and she contrived very adroitly to turn the was absent; Miss Hawkesby might go, taking fulness. " At your age, Joanna, it is natural conversation upon Miss Hawkesby, without Joanna with ber, before he returned, if only that such trifles should give pleasure; but, mentioning her name. She wished to arrive a little diplomacy could be brought to bear indeed, I should never bave believed Mr. Ba. at the old lady's address without asking for effectively upon her: and since, in any event, sil Redmond capable of so much romance. it; and here Mrs. Ruffner came to her aidthe visit was not to be avoided, Mrs. Basil It certainly is a very pretty piece of romance Mrs. Ruffner that always told every thing she wisely determined to make the best of it. to carve your name on the tree his own
From her Mrs. Basil learned that Of course the expected arrival must be hands planted when a boy. Trust me, I Miss Hawkesby had gone to pass the sum- announced without delay to Miss Basil, for shall keep his secret." And Mrs. Basil, well mer in a little place called Rockville, a very it would be necessary to engage another serpleased with a discovery that seemed to flat- quiet little town, with no attraction but its vant; Miss Hawkesby would naturally exter her hopes, was about to pass on, when climate. “Just the place for ber to take pect to be waited upon like a lady. But Mrs. Joanna, whose sturdy truthfulness would not Joanna to," thought Mrs. Basil, complacent. Basil did not think it necessary to impart to permit her to keep silence, exclaimed, with a ly; and when she went home she wrote old Miss Basil the particulars of her correspondsudden rush of telltale color:
Miss Hawkesby a really touching letter about ence with Joanna's aunt; she wished the "But it was Mr. Hendall !"
her little grandniece, giving the old lady to visit, since it was inevitable, should bear the Mrs. Basil uttered an involuntary cry, as
understand that the child's health would be appearance of a voluntary compliment to the though she had received a blow; but she was benefited by a change.
cbild. Miss Basil, however, was more inboth too well-bred and too politic to express
When old Miss Hawkesby received this clined to look upon it us foreboding an unher vexation in words. With one keen, letter, she was suffering from a fit of indi. justifiable interference with her own rights quick glance at Joanna, hanging her head gestion, brought on by eating biscuits made over Joanna, and she took on a most doleful in confusion, she deliberately adjusted the of soda and lard, slightly flavored with flour. spirit. glasses upon her near-sighted eyes, and calm- 'Not that I like the things,” she said, to a Not so the little Joanna: she was full of ly scrutinized the now obnoxious carving fellow - boarder, and fellow - sufferer, “but a restless delight at the prospect. She could for a few seconds, during which she was de- they give you no other bread. If I were a remember her sister but indistinctly, and her ciding upon the course to be pursued. This millionaire, which I am not, more's the pity old aunt not at all. They seemed to her aldone, she remarked, quietly, but not without for the country, I'd found an institution of most like myths, so little part had they taken a certain irrepressible scorn, as she removed cookery. Hear our landlady's daughter now in her life; and the prospect of meeting them, her glasses :
tinkling breathless jigs on a tuneless piano ! to which she had always unconsciously looked “It is neatly done; my nephew has quite Mightn't she learn the fair proportions of a forward as one of the vague possibilities of a pretty talent for such fancy-work," and Soutbern biscuit at a far less cost and a far the future, was now like the realization of walked away with her head exalted.
greater profit ? How can we esteem our- one of her glorious dreams. Joanna, utterly incapable though she was selves a respectable people, a civilized peo. “You do well to make the best of its
child," said Miss Basil, shaking her head his aunt a visit until it happened to be the tent to enjoy life while he could. He indolefully; “but I should fail in my duty if I most convenient thing he could do.
tended that Joanna should stay and amuse did not warn you that life is full of disap- “Now," continued Joanna, “my aunt, him while she looked so spirited and so pointments. What do you know of Anita Miss Hawkesby,"
pretty. He was not making love to her, and and old Miss Hawkesby?"
“ Hawkesby? Then your sister is Anita, where was the barm? “That's Pamela's doleful way,” thought Miss Anita Hawkesby?” exclaimed Arthur, “Stay, Joanna !” he cried, " and I'll tell Joanna, impatiently. “She sees a canker in with a start. “I never would have thought you about both of them : there is the younger every bud. I shall just have to keep my joy it. But then-how shouid I, when your name one to begin with, a boy, old Miss Hawkesby to myself." is Basil ?"
calls him ; he is no favorite of hers; she deBut this was more than Joanna could do “My name is Hawkesby,” said Joannu. clares that be is no match at all ;' that's when any chance of sympathy offered. “ Not know my name?”
Miss Hawkesby's formula for anathema maThe day before her aunt and sister were “Joanna, forgive me!” cried Arthur, im. ran-atha." expected, greatly to her surprise and gratifi- pulsively seizing her hands. “ Was it not “I dare say Miss Hawkesby's judgment cation, Arthur Hendall unexpectedly returned. enough for me to know that you are Joanna, is-correct; she knows the world,” remarked The great Westport and Brookville Road, un- and that you let me call you so ?”
Joanna, briefly. dertaken with so large promise of success, was The color rose swiftly in Joanna's face, “Don't you grow worldly, Joanna, I beg!": in trouble ; lack of funds had brought the called up less by the words, indeed, than by said Arthur, with a short, uneasy laugh. “I work to a sudden stand-still, and this young the tone in which they were uttered. She don't wish you to uphold that other lover, civil - engineer was under the necessity of forgave him on the instant, in one eloquent who is no favorite of mine." taking his leisure at Basilwood. His aunt glance, his ignorance of her name. Then, “What does my aunt, Miss Hawkesby, welcomed bim with a sigh. Being a woman, anxious to escape the half-painful, half-pleas- think of him?" she was privileged to indulge inconsistent | ing embarrassment she felt, she asked:
“ Your aunt, Miss Hawkesby, thinks very regrets. “Ah! if he were planting, he would And you know Anita, my sister, then ?” well of him. He is past bis youth, and his not thus be subject to the caprice of Fortune," Undoubtedly, and old Miss Hawkesby, hair is scant; but he is said to have great she sadly thought, forgetful of the caterpillar too," replied Arthur, instantly assuming a expectations, and he suits old Miss Hawkes. and the boll-worm that had so often blighted calmer manner. He began to wish that he by." ber prospects. The truth was, however, that had not allowed himself so much empresse- “I dare say my aunt knows best,” said she felt she could have managed old Miss ment in his interviews with Joanna. It was Joanna, sedately; “I hope my sister will nev. Hawkesby much better in his absence. But
a way he
ad of making himself agreeable, er throw herself away upon any trilling young the little Joanna, burdened with no plots and and girls in society understood it; but Jo
What is his name? I mean that oth. counterplots, was unaffectedly glad to see anna was not a girl in society.
er one?" him. He came by the early morning train, “Tell me about her," entreated Joanna. “Ah, there you must excuse me,” replied and, as she was going into town to make “ About old Miss Hawkesby? " asked Ar- Arthur, with an amused smile. “To pame some necessary purchases, she met him walk- thur, with a forced laugh.
names, in such a case, would be treason.” ing along the shady road.
“Old Miss Hawkesby, my aunt,” said Jo- “It is getting late, and you have had no " () Mr. Hendall!” she cried, stretching anna, leniently, “is elderly, and, I suppose, breakfast,” said Joanna, abruptly. If she out her hands. “I thought you were to be has ways of her own—"
had been a little older, and a little more ex. away a whole month longer, and here you “Unquestionably," interpolated Arthur. perienced, she would have known that no
“But Anita-I wish you would tell me hungry man would voluntarily delay his “And are you glad to see me, Joanna ?” about Anita. Tell me the most interesting breakfast to talk about any girl's lovers. said Arthur, taking her two hands in his. thing you know about her." “ You have not forgotten me?”
“The most interesting thing I know about “I haven't so many to remember that I her, I think, concerns a lover." should forget you,” said Joanna. “ And, in- “How do you know she has a lover?”
CHAPTER XX. deed, I am glad to see you, for something asked Joanna, with a quick look.
ANITA, BELLE D'INDOLENCE. memorable is about to happen.”
“ Haven't all girls lovers ? " Ah!” said Arthur, pretending to look
“I don't know ; yes, I suppose so.
Is he All that day Joanna latored under a fierce. “ Has it any thing to do with my ri- tender and true ? "
sense of uneasiness that she knew well val and enemy?
“Good Heavens, Joanna !” cried Arthur, enough was to be referred to the revelations Joanna started.
laughing. What should you know about Arthur had made; yet, like any other weak “I mean Mr. Redmond." the characteristics of lovers ?"
mortal, she shrank from self-knowledge, and Why should you talk in that way to “Nothing," Joanna answered, coloring. refused to understand why her prophetic me?” said Joanna, coloring. “I am not- “I-but I have my ideas, all the same. So, soul was alarmed by the mention of the young concerned about him. I want to tell you go on, please—that is, if you think Anita man whom her aunt, Miss Hawkesby, did not that my sister is coming to see me, and my would not mind?” she added, hesitatingly, like; but—was it not an idle young man that aunt, she is coming too."
restrained by an innate sense of delicacy. had cut her name on the mimosa-tree? Your sister ?” repeated Arthur, in sur- “I don't think she would mind,” said A good night's rest, however, restored prise. “I–I did not know that you had a Arthur, with a short laugh. “I never knew the equilibrium of her spirits, and, with the sister."
a girl yet that had the least objection to pub- buoyancy natural to her age, Joanna, the My-half-sister,” explained truthful Jo. lisbing her conquests—or, rather, to having next morning, made herself ready to welcome anna, with some unwillingness.
" Before our
Miss Hawkesby and Anita. father died we were together; but since we
"Well ? "
Mrs. Basil also had risen betimes, certainwere little children we have not met. She “As to ber having one lover, it is no ly a very great effort for her, and was attired has lived with our great-aunt, and has seen secret that she has two."
with some care, in order to do honor to her the world.”
Oh, I dare say, and more besides," an- expected guests; but Artbur and Miss Basil But," said Arthur, bluntly, “why has swered Joanna. “ It was to be expected, were invisible. Arthur was indulging in the she never been to see you before ?”
Anita is so very lovely. But I'll not stay to latest possible nap; and Miss Basil, though “Oh,” replied Joanna, hastily, and color- hear about any of them. You take up all rather defiant of Miss Hawkesby, was anxo ing with vexation, “visits, you know, are not
ious the breakfast should be a success. always—convenient between relations. Why, Arthur, leaning against a tree in careless The little Joanna was anxious about noth. you yourself haven't visited the grandmam- ease, and fanning himself with his hat, ing but her toilet. The grandmamma herma until just now ? "
thought that he had never seen any girl look self had hinted a wish that her husband's “ That is true," said Arthur, coloring in so pretty as Joanna did just then. Little did granddaughter should make a good impreshis turn, for he had not thought of making | he care for wasting the morning; he was con- sion, and Joanna certainly spared no pains
to look well. The cars were late that morn- shall do justice to your breakfast, Mrs. Ba- offered. She laughed—and a rippling laugh, ing, and there was ample time to study the sil."
like music, had she-clapped her hands softeffect of her various little adornments. Did “Will you go to your room first ?” asked ly, and said : her skirts puff out properly at the back ? Mrs. Basil. “Joanna shall show
A genuine compliment! But compli. Was her hair arranged in good style? Should way."
ments are always more acceptable put in a she wear a sash or an apron? Alas! there So Joanna went with Miss Hawkesby into more graceful form, remember. There's a was no one to decide this last momentous the room prepared for her, saw that she had hint, my novice, that may serve as a lesson question ; and Joanna tried the effect of each every thing she needed, and then ushered in savoir faire for you.” repeatedly, dividing the time of waiting be- Anita into her own little sanctum, which they “Oh, yes; thank you, Anita," said Joan. tween the mirror and the piazza-steps, and were to occupy together, and which she had na, with a palpitating heart. “I will rememwas at last surprised in both sash and apron adorned with flowers, in honor of the occa- ber; and you'll find me attentive and willing when the carriage appeared at the gate; for sion.
to improve. I've had no one to teach me the Joanna was not so absorbed in the question “What a funny little den!” cried Anita, --the convenances, you know” (Joanna could of dress but that she could forget it utterly running up to the muslin-draped toilet-table. use French, too), “and all that. 'Mela is in the joy of welcoming the nearest relation “And, ohi, horror! what a distorting little very, very good; but she is what is called a she had in the world. Oblivious, therefore, glass! I'm a fright to behold!”
-recluse, you see!” of the sach that was in the way of the apron, Joanna had not yet seen her sister's face, “Who is 'Mela?” asked Anita, with a and of the apron that half obscured the glo- and, before Anita turned round from the con- lazy, rising inflection. ries of the sash, she rushed forward the mo- templation of its distorted reflection, Miss “She—why, you know, Miss Basil, Pa. ment the carriage stopped, to clasp in her Hawkesby called, hoarsely:
mela, my cousin that takes care of me." eager embrace a figure so enveloped in duster “ Joanna! Joanna, child! I say, come Ah, I remember,” replied Anita, with a and veils that it was difficult to divine what here!” and Joanna hastened to obey.
show of interest. “A woman with a history, manner of creature she was.
“Are you good at waiting on people ?” or a mystery." “Oh, spare me!” exclaimed a soft voice. asked Miss Hawkesby, with a searching look Joanna turned pale, and shivered with a “My dearest, you are as bad as a railroad that made Joanna shrink, and stammer that feeling that she was pursued by an appariaccident! Don't demolish me altogether, I she did not know; she would do her best. tion. beg!” And then the speaker kissed Joanna “We shall see,” said Miss Hawkesby. "Why, what is it, child ?” asked Anita, twice through her veil, and, turning to Mrs. “If you've any talent that way, it's more half laughing. Basil, said, as she shook hands: "I'll not than your sister has. Help me off with my “ Indeed, I don't know; would you mind venture to show my face yet ; I'm not fit to things. Thank you, you are quite handy. | telling me, Anita ?” said poor Joanna, draw. be seen, I know!"
It's a pity you are such a regular Basil." ing nearer. Though she had resolved not Mrs. Basil smiled, and said, rather ab- Poor Joanna did not know it, but to be to annoy Miss Basil with further questions, sently, that she should do as she pleased. “a regular Basil” was extremely reprehensi. she saw no reason why Anita should not Miss Hawkesby was to her a much more im- ble in Miss Hawkesby's estimation. She had tell her all she knew about this painful subportant personage than Anita, and her whole never forgiven her nephew's second mar. 1 ject. attention was taken up in waiting upon that riage.
“I've a wretched memory for such lady's deliberate descent from the carriage. “Just unpack my satchel, will you ?” things,” said Anita, indifferently, and sup.
“Is the step safe? I say, Anita, is the continued Miss Hawkesby. “ That'll do; pressing a yawn. “There was something step safe ? ” asked Miss Hawkesby, hoarsely. and now run down-stairs and bring me word about Miss Basil having a romantic history “I've no notion of breaking my bones, I do how soon I may expect breakfast."
in a letter my aunt had from Mrs. Ruffner, assure you."
Away went Joanna, and presently re- and she had it, what there was of it, from Not a word, not a thought, not a glance, turned with the welcome tidings that break- Mrs. Carl Tomkins. Do you know Mrs. Carl for any one had she, until she was safe upon fast would be ready in about ten minutes. Tomkins?" she asked, with reviving interthe ground.
Oh, thank you," said Miss Hawkesby. “My dear Miss Hawkesby,” said Mrs. Ba. “I'm glad to hear it, for I'ın starving."
“Yes, oh yes," answered unsophisticated sil, with unction, and extending both hands, May I go now?” asked Joanna, tim- Joanna. “I dined with her the other day." “ I am charmed to welcome you to Basilwood. | idly.
Her mind was sensibly relieved by her I trust that you feel no ill effects from your She was very anxious to see Anita; but sister's placid indifference to Miss Basil's rojourney?"
she stood in great awe of Miss Hawkesby. mantic history. It surely couldn't be so “ Thank you," said Miss Hawkesby, with Oh, yes; you may go,” answered Miss
great a matter, after all, she hoped. first a steady look at Mrs. Basil, and then a Hawkesby. “You'll find that Anita likes be- Oh, indeed, you dined with Mrs. Carl sweeping glance all around her, that failed, ing waited on quite as much as I do." Tomkins ? ” said Adita, rousing herself with however, to take in the little Joanna. “So Anita had bathed her face, and given a increased interest. this is Basilwood ? Bears evidence of having touch to her hair, and, divested now of her "She dined here, that is,” explained Jobeen a fine old place. However, that may be veils and wraps, she was a creature to chal- anna, with rising color; "and by the grandsaid of most places in the South now. We lenge admiration. There was just sufficient mamma's desire I was present.” describe ourselves in the past tense, which is likeness between the little Joanna and her- “Oh, that's different, you know," said highly respectable at least. Oh! and this is self to make the difference between them the Anita. “A pleasant woman, she is ; so good Joanna, my niece ?" she asked, with sudden more marked. Each bad the same dark, deep at charade-parties, and that sort of thing." recognition, as Joanna timidly advanced. - eyes, the same mobile mouth and dimpled “ Is she? O Anita! do you suppose she “How do you do, child ! You may give me a chin, the same white, slightly-irregular teeth, will have a charade - party while you are kiss. A regular Basil, you are; I always said the same willing grace; but there all like- here!" (eagerly). so, though you were but a baby when your ness ended, for Anita was dazzlingly fair, with Possibly she may, if I ask her to. How father brought you to see me. I hope to a delicate peach-blow color, and a profusion intense you are, child! that's not good style. Heaven you are not sickly!”
of pale, blond hair, “in most admired dis- And what a regular little guy you have made “No, madam,” Joanna answered, rather order."
of yourself with sash and apron both. What to Mrs. Basil's confusion; "I am always Joanna, seeing her now for the first time possessed you !" well."
unobscured by wraps and veils, stopped short “Indeed, I did not know that I had on “Oh! Pamela tells me,” Mrs. Basil bast- in unaffected admiration.
both," answered Joanna, coloring furiously, ened to say, " that she has a very poor appe
“O Anita !” she exclaimed,“ how lovely and snatching at the apron so that the pins tite."
you are! You look just like a fashion-plate. flew out hither and thither. “Of course, I “Well, well, we shall see about that,” | I am so glad you are my sister.”
knew better." said Miss Hawkesby. “As for me, a long Anita was accustomed to homage, and "Don't you be offended,” said Anita, Ca.fast has given me an admirable appetite. I she never refused it, no matter how it was ressingly.
“You know, Joanna, I take a
“It is the biscuit, I tell you, Joanna," said Anita, when her aunt had gone. “Aunt is not a great eater-not a gourmande, you understand; but she has a tendency to dyspepsia. It is useful to know people's weaknesses, mental, moral, and physical. Now, Joanna, if you will take care that I am not disturbed, I will take a sleep, in order to be fresh for the evening.
"Dinner is at half-past five,” said Joanna, with a feeling that, if Anita wished dinner brought up to her, it would be all right, except for 'Mela's wrath. On 'Mela's account she did hope Anita would go down to dinner. 'Mela had such a triumphant way of seeing a fault in Avita-hadn't she shown it about the breakfast ?"
“Call me in time to dress, then," said Anita, drowsily. “Oh!” rousing herself suddenly, “and meantime, child, as I dare say you have little enough to do, you may amuse yourself by unpacking for me!” Anita made it a principle never to do any thing for herself that she could charm any one else into doing, and thus she contrived to live a remarkably easy life.
BY THE AUTHOR OF “PATTY."
sisterly pride in you.
You are a dear make you do my bidding in spite of your conchild"-giving her cheek a little pat—"and science." I sha'n't ever let you make a guy of yourself. Joanna listened with the air of one reAnd now, can't you contrive to have my ceiving valuable instruction from a celebreakfast sent up to me? I really am inca- brated professor in human nature. If it bad pable of making a toilet.”
been any other than Apita uttering this last “But—but—" stammered Joanna, who | dictum, she might have doubted; but she dreaded to have her sister do any thing that was ready to surrender a blind belief to all would impress Miss Basil unfavorably, Anita did and said. toilet-no special toilet is necessary, surely. “Now, Joanua, you see how exhausted I There is only the grandmamma and her neph- am; could I not have my breakfast here?” ew Mr. Hendall-Mr. Arthur Hendall, whom Yes, surely," Joanna answered promptyou know already."
ly; she herself had eaten nothing-excite. “Do I?” said Anita, falling back sleepi. ment had destroyed her appetite; but Anita ly upon the lounge. "What kind of person
was by no means incapable of enjoying the is he?"
meal she brought up to her, in defiance of “Why, Anita, you know,” said Joanna Miss Basil's wrath. the simple, with a quick throb.
But Anita had hardly appeased her hun. “I know so many people, child," said ger when Miss Hawkesby came back, to Anita, with an appealing sigh.
all appearances more formidable than ever. Yes, certainly," Joanna assented leni. “ Anita, I thought you told me young Henently; " but then I should think that you dall was at Brookville ?" would remember Mr. Arthur Hendall,” and “Isn't he at Brookville, ma'am ?” said she sighed, unconsciously,
Anita, opening her eyes, with innocent won. “Don't be a goose, my dear little sister. derment. I foresee that I must take you under my wing “ He is in this very house!” said Miss in a great many ways.”
Hawkesby, severely. “O Anita !” said Joanna, with feeling; “It must be so, if you've seen him," said “I have missed you so many years ! ” Anita, with an air of conviction ; " but, real
Thereupon a silence followed, which Ani. ly, ma'am, I couldn't believe it when Joanna ta was too much of an artist in her way to told it me." interrupt. She liked to enjoy the effect of Miss Hawkesby turned suddenly to Joanail she said and did. She meant to be very na. “And what do you know about him, you fond of Joanna, and she meant that Joanna simpleton ?" said she. should adore her; of course it would be very “N-nothing," stammered Joanna, quailpleasant to be adored by her “ dear little ing under her aunt's eyes. “ He is the grandsister," and it would look so well !
mamma's nephew.” And Joanna ? She was quite ready to “I'm not going to bite, child," laughed adore Anita, no doubt; and also to profit old Miss Hawkesby, who rather enjoyed the largely by the example and instructions of terror she inspired. “I'm not half so dan. one who could reveal the delicate arts and gerous to a little fool like you as he is. I mysteries pertaining to young ladyhood. It hope he doesn't amuse himself at your exwould be unjust to say that more of selfishness mingled with Anita's sisterly sentiments “I–I don't know," stammered Joanna. than with Joanna's; for each was influenced “I had a mind," said Miss Hawkesby, by her own individuality.
slowly, with a look of disapproval at AnitaBut old Miss Hawkesby presently ap- “I had a mind to pick you up and leave forthpeared at the door, and interrupted the si- with ; but I sha'n't do it-I shall stay." leuce that had been filled on Joanna's part at They do make such excellent biscuits least, it is safe to say, with thoughts too big here,” said Anita, with artful simplicity. for utterance.
"It is impossible, Anita," said Miss “Anita, what does this mean? Not go- Hawkesby, with an air of great profunditying down to breakfast ?” said the old lady, “it is impossible for you, you butterfly, to with a show of displeasure that took all the divine the depths of my mind." bravery out of Joanna at the first word.
“Dear aunt, I was thinking of your digesBut Anita was not so easily overawed. tion!” Anita said this, leaning back on the
“Dear aunt, I am so tired,” said she, in lounge with her hands clasped behind her a plaintive, coaxing way. She was as good head, and her eyes balf closed. “I wish we at defying authority as Joanna ; but her way might take Joanna with us!” of doing it was altogether different, and, as “I'm not going away, I told you,” said she herself would have said, “more becoming." Miss Hawkesby in her deepest tones.
“Not more tired than I am, surely!” said “ Is it the biscuits you are staying for? " old Miss Hawkesby, hoarsely. However, asked Anita, drowsily. have your own way, as you always do."
“ Anita, you are impertinent !” said her And with this she sailed magnificently aunt, and walked away. She thought she down-stairs.
bad discovered the source of Mrs. Basil's " Just like aunt!” cried Anita, with a solicitude about Joanna-as if Joanna, her laugh. “Don't look so scared, child; she's niece, was not good enough for young Hen. not half so formidable as she seems. Your dall! Miss Hawkesby thought she would rigid, strenuous - looking people never are. stay and look into that little game, and pay Nothing so easy as to demolish their out- Mrs. Basil in her own coin, and Anita should works, if you only know how. Soft, yielding- never suppose she, Olivia Hawkesby, couldn't looking little things like me are your true cope with young Hendall. And so Miss irresistibles.
I'll engage, Joanna, that I'll Hawkesby composed herself for a nap.
ROAD winds beside green hills, and is
carried terrace - like across a valley leading to the sea. A village is scattered along this road in unsociable fashion, two or three cottages at a time, with a space be. tween the groups, as if the inhabitants of the little cob-walled, thatched dwellings were too quarrelsome for nearer neighborhood.
Not quite a mile below the road the sea shows in a large, opal triangle against the pale sky, and on each side high cliffs, wooded and grass-grown, guard the shingled entrance to Mercombe Mouth. Three valleys from among the green hills unite to form this one, which leads to the sea, and through this a river winds in and out, bordered by ash-trees, and gleams from among them like a silver thread.
The village smithy is on the side of the road next the hills. The cottage belonging to it is larger than most of the others, with a quaint, tall, stone chimney rising from the ground, on which, carved in the stone, is the date 1573. The cottage stands at right angles to the road, with a garden in front and an orchard with flower-laden apple-trees be. hind. For the last fortnight the whole vil. lage of Mercombe has been like an exquisite pink-and-white nosegay.
Mrs. Leir, standing at the back-door of the ancient cottage, looks complacently at the garlands of exquisite blossom, relieved by the yellow-green grass beneath, and predicts a good cider year for the county. For a few minutes the mental prediction has brought smiles to the firm, wrinkled mouth, but this fades, and heavy care contracts her clear, brown forehead, and makes her eyes look sad. She is always too anxious in expres. sion, but to-day she looks miserable. Though