py are made of," I said, complacently, as I wrote the address, "George Rutland, Esq., Rutland Hall, Kent."

It Was about seven on a frosty evening when I arrived'at the imposing entrance of Rutland Hall. No Cousin George came rushing out to meet me. "Of course not," I thought; "I am unused to their formal manners in this country. He is lying in wait for me on the mat inside.'' I was admitted by a solemn per