the frosty dusk, with Teecie Ray limping by my side, nnd talking her grave simple little talk. I had always some fresh puzzle to pro pose toher, and she was always ready to knit her smooth brow*'over its solution. Once she Stopped short and struck her little crutches on the snow.

4 ' You ought to go away from here and work," she cried. "O, if /could ! "

A certain Sir Harry arrived at Rutland Hall; I will not trouble myself to think of hissecond name: it is not worth remembering. He was