bury will support him, just to show off what he calls his liberal ideas."

"If they turn the Bible out, they will turn me out," said Miss Armstrong. "I will never teach in any school where the Bible is shut out."

"Oh, they won't succeed,

we have not many of that sort, but they will make a fuss."

"Perhaps it will be better not to have any connection between the singing-school and the dayschool," remarked Amity. "Ida might just ask for the loan of the schoolhouse for her class to meet in."

"And I will have it directly after school, because then the children are together, and it is the most convenient hour for me," said Ida. "Yes, that will be best."

People will be asking what your terms are," said Mr. Weston, smiling.

"But I haven't any terms," said Ida. "I don't propose to ask any thing, Mr. Weston. It is just because I like children, and because it is so nice for them to know how to sing."

"Well, I will let you know in a day or two. Meanwhile, perhaps you will sing something for me." Ida complied at once, and sang song after song, grave and gay. She had a noble voice which had received every advantage of cultivation, and had not been spoiled thereby.

"That is grand!" said Mr. Weston. "I'll tell you what, mother, if any one makes an objection, we'll just ask Miss Van Zandt to come in and sing for them."

"One thing more," said Miss Armstrong; "that is, if you are not tired, Ida.”

"Not at all. I am never tired of singing."

"Then sing "I know that my Redeemer liveth.'" "I am not sure that I can do it justice," said Ida: "I have not tried it in some time. But I will do my best."

There was a moment's silence after that most beautiful of all sacred songs was concluded, and then Mr. Weston and his wife both drew a long breath.

"That is wonderful!" said Mrs. Weston. "How I wish Selina could sing that!"

"I dare say she could learn," replied Ida. "She has a fine voice. I noticed it in church. It is a pity it should not be cultivated."

"I have always meant Selina should have some good singing-lessons," said Mr. Weston. "I have thought of sending her to her sister's in Oldbury. They have an excellent professor in the school there, or so I have been told."

"Really, Ida, we must go," said Amity: "it is growing dark. Aunt Barbara will think we are lost."

"I will walk with you, if you will allow me," said Mr. Weston. "I was going over to the Corners, at any rate, and your house is but a few steps out of my way."

"What charming girls!" said Mrs. Weston. "Miss Bogardus's money does not seem to have spoiled her.”

"Not a bit. She is one of the hardest-working, most self-denying girls I ever knew. Ida is a good

child too."

"It shows that wealth and beauty do not of them

selves hurt people. I hope this singing-school may be a success, for Selina's sake," said Mrs. Weston.

But Selina had already made up her mind on that point. She had been waked by the singing, and had been listening with all her ears. Envy and jealousy are reptiles that can find food anywhere, even in heaven, if they could get there.

"Her voice isn't one bit better than mine," Selina said to herself: "it is only that she has had such good lessons. I don't think she sings so much bet

ter, either. I don't see what call she has to be setting up a singing-school here. We don't want any of her patronage." And Selina resolved, that, if she could help it, the singing-school should not be a

success.

CHAPTER XII.

HARMONY AND DISCORD.

THE trustees made no objection to the singingschool; and in two or three days Miss Armstrong announced that Miss Van Zandt would meet after school such of the children as would like to learn to sing.

"Any of us? little ones and all?" asked Ednah Fletcher.

"Little ones and all; every one who would like to learn to sing nicely in church and Sunday school. Miss Van Zandt is very kind to give up so much time to you, and I hope you will reward her by being very good and attentive."

"I am sure I will," said Kit. "I think she is awful good."

"Yes, very kind indeed," said Selina when school was dismissed. "For my part, I am not so fond of being patronized by city people."

"If city people want to do me a kindness, I am willing they should," said Faith.

"Well, I don't know," answered Selina. "I don't think we were quite ignorant heathen before Miss.

Armstrong and Miss Van Zandt came here, though one would think so to hear them talk."

"Why, what do they say?" asked Lucinda Hurd. "Oh, Miss Van Zandt says she is used to teaching in mission schools, and wants to keep her hand in; and Miss Armstrong says she would not teach here at all if it were not for teaching the Bible."

Faith and Agnes exchanged a glance which annoyed Selina. It seemed as if they were laughing

at her.

"Where did you hear all this?" asked Sarah. Selina thought there was some incredulity in the tone, and she answered positively,

"I heard her in our house, the very night Miss Van Zandt came there to talk about this singingschool concern."

"Oh," said Sarah demurely. "I thought I heard somebody delivering a lecture to Agnes on Sunday about repeating what was said in her mother's house, that was all."

Selina colored scarlet, and wished she had held her tongue.

“If you have such a dislike to being patronized by city people, I wonder you should care to go so much with Milly Richmond," continued Sarah. "She is patronizing. I could hardly help laughing at the tone in which she talked to Miss Armstrong about her little country seminary and her 'little rustics.'

"What is 'patronizing'?" asked Kit, who had been listening to the conversation with wide-open eyes. "Patronizing,' little one? Why, I hardly know how to define it," said Sarah. "It really means, to