town some twenty miles distant) "this afternoon. papa told me you had opened your school，and that the new mistress was e; and so I put on my bonnet after tea，and ran up the valley to see her: this is she?" pointing to me.

"It is," said St. John.

"Do you think you shall like Morton?" she asked of me，with a direct and naive simplicity of tone and manner，pleasing，if child-like.

"I hope I shall. I have many inducements to do so."

"Did you find your scholars as attentive as you expected?"

"Quite."

"Do you like your house?"

"Very much."

"Have I furnished it nicely?"

"Very nicely，indeed."

"And made a good choice of an attendant for you in Alice Wood?"

"You have indeed. She is teachable and handy." (This then，I thought，is Miss Oliver，the heiress; favoured，it seems，in the gifts of fortune，as well as in those of nature! What happy bination of the planets presided over her birth，I wonder?)

"I shall e up and help you to teach sometimes," she added. "It will be a change for me to visit you now and then; and I like a night，or rather this morning，I was dancing till two o"clock. The are the most agreeable men in the world: they put all our young knife-grinders and scissor merchants to shame."

It seemed to me that Mr. St. John"s under lip protruded，and his upper lip curled a moment. His mouth certainly looked a good deal pressed，and the lower part of his face unusually stern and square，as the laughing girl gave him this information. He lifted his gaze，too，from the daisies，and turned it on her. An unsmiling，a searching，a meaning gaze it was. She answered it with a second laugh，and laughter well became her youth，her roses，her dimples，her bright eyes.

As he stood，mute and grave，she again fell to caressing Carlo.