lighted to see her little favorite, took occasion to whisper angrily in 1113' ear, " And pray, sir, how is all this to end ?"

The scene was all new and delightful to Teecie, but her dread of Mrs. Rutland's por tentons frown would not let her enjoy it. We ! both felt that a storm would burst over our heads that night, and we were not wrong. None of tho family from Rutland Hall took