"And what do they have for lunch ?"

"Varieties. Bread and cheese, and pies, and Quirlcakes; at every other meal they have meat.

"And you have to see to all this! poor little Fleda! Ideclare, if I was you, I'd do something !"

"No," said Fleda, quietly, "Mrs. Douglass and Barby manage the lunch between them. I am not at all desperate.'

"But to have to talk to these people !"

"Earl Douglass is not a very polished specimen," said Fleda, smiling, "but I assure you in some of these people there is an amount of goodness and wit, and shrewd practical sense and judgment, that would utterly distance many of those that would call them bears."

Constance looked a good deal more than she said.

"My dear little Fleda! you're too sensible for anything; but as I don't like sense from anybody but Mr. Carleton I would rather look at you in the capacity of a rose, smiling a gentle rebuke upon me while I talk nonsense. And she did talk, and Fleda did smile and laugh, in spite of herself, till Mrs. Evelyn and her other daughters made their appearance.

Then Barby said she thought they'd have talked the house down; and she expected there'd be nothing left of Fleda after all the kissing she got. But it was not too much for Fleda's pleasure. Mrs. Evelyn was so tenderly kind, and Miss Evelyn as caressing as her sister had been, and Edith, who was but a child, so joyously delighted, that Fleda's eyes were swimming in happiness as she looked from one to the other, and she could hardly answer kisses and questions fast enough.

"Them is good-looking enough girls," said Barby as Fleda came back to the house after seeing them to their carriage, "if they knowed how to dress themselves. I never see this fly-away one 'afore-I knowed the old one as soon as I clapped my eyes onto her. Be they stopping at the Pool again?" "Yes."

“Well, when are you going up there to see 'em ?"

"I don't know," said Fleda quietly. And then sighing as the thought of her aunt came into her head she went off to find her and bring her down. Fleda's brow was sobered, and her spirits were in a flutter that was not all of happiness, and that threatened not to settle down quietly. But as she went slowly up the stairs faith's hand was laid, even as her own grasped the balusters, on the promise

"All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth unto such as keep his covenant and his testimonies."

She set faith's foot down on those sure stepping-stones, and she opened her aunt's door and looked in with a face that was neither troubled nor afraid.

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CHAPTER XXX.

Ant.
Seb.

He misses not much.

No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.-Tempest.

T was the very next morning that several ladies and gentlemen were gathered on the piazza of the hotel at Montepoole, to brace minds or appetites with the sweet mountain air while waiting for breakfast. As they stood there a young countryman came by bearing on his hip a large basket of fruit and vegetables.

"O look at those lovely strawberries!" exclaimed Constance Evelyn running down the steps. Stop if you please-where are you going with

these?"

“Marm!” responded the somewhat startled carrier.
"What are you going to do with them?"
"I ain't going to do nothin' with 'em."

"Whose are they? Are they for sale?"

"Well, 'twon't deu no harm, as I know," said the young man making a virtue of necessity, for the fingers of Constance were already hovering over the dainty little leaf-strewn baskets and her eyes complacently searching for the most promising; "I ha'n't got nothin' to deu with 'em."

"Constance !" said Mrs. Evelyn from the piazza, "don't take that! I dare say they are for Mr. Sweet."

"Well, mamma!" said Constance with great equanimity, "Mr. Sweet gets them for me, and I only save him the trouble of spoiling them. My taste leads me to prefer the simplicity of primitive arrangements this morning."

"Young man!" called out the landlady's reproving voice, “won't you never recollect to bring that basket round the back way?"

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Tain't no handier than this way," said Philetus, with so much belligerent demonstration that the landlady thought best in presence of her guests to give over the question.

"Where do you get them?" said Mrs. Evelyn.

"How?" said Philetus.

"Where do they come from? Are they fresh picked ?”

"Just afore I started."

"Started from where?" said a gentleman standing by Mrs. Evelyn. "From Mr. Rossitur's, down to Queechy."

"Mr. Rossitur's!" said Mrs. Evelyn; "does he send them here?" "He does not," said Philetus; "he doosn't keep to hum for a long spell."

"Who does send them then?" said Constance.

"Who doos? It's Miss Fliddy Ringgan."

"Mamma!" exclaimed Constance looking up.

"What does she have to do with it?" said Mrs. Evelyn.

"There don't nobody else have nothin' to deu with it-I guess she's pretty much the hull," said her coadjutor. "Her and me was picking 'em afore sunrise."

"All that basketful?"

""Tain't all strawberries-there's garden sass up to the top."

"And does she send that too?"

"She sends that teu," said Philetus succinctly.

"But hasn't she any help in taking care of the garden?" said Constance. "Yes, marm-I calculate to help considerable in the back garden-she won't let no one into the front where she grows her posies."

"But where is Mr. Hugh?"

"He's to hum."

"But has he nothing to do with all this? does he leave it all to his cousin?"

"He's to the mill."

"And Miss Ringgan manages farm and garden and all?” said Mrs. Evelyn.

"She doos," said Philetus.

And receiving a gratuity which he accepted without demonstration of any kind whatever, the basket-bearer at length released moved off.

"Poor Fleda!" said Miss Evelyn as he disappeared with his load. "She's a very clever girl," said Mrs. Evelyn, dismissing the subject. "She's too lovely for anything!" said Constance. "Mr. Carleton, if you will just imagine we are in China, and introduce a pair of familiar chopsticks into this basket, I shall be repaid for the loss of a strawberry by the expression of ecstasy which will immediately spread itself over your features. I intend to patronise the natural mode of eating in future. I find the ends of my fingers decidedly odoriferous."

He smiled a little as he complied with the young lady's invitation, but the expression of ecstasy did not come.

"Are Mr. Rossitur's circumstances so much reduced?" he said, drawing nearer to Mrs. Evelyn.

"Do you know them?" exclaimed both the daughters at once.

"I knew Mrs. Rossitur very well some years ago, when she was in Paris." They are all broken to pieces," said Mrs. Evelyn, as Mr. Carleton's eye went back to her for his answer; "Mr. Rossitur failed and lost everything-bankrupt-a year or two after they came home."

"And what has he been doing since?"

“I don't know!—trying to farm it here; but I am afraid he has not succeeded well-I am afraid not. They don't look like it. Mrs. Rossitur will not see anybody, and I don't believe they have done any more than struggle for a living since they came here."

"Where is Mr. Rossitur now?"

"He is at the West somewhere-Fleda tells me he is engaged in some agencies there; but I doubt," said Mrs. Evelyn shaking her head compassionately, "there is more in the name of it than anything else. He has gone down hill sadly since his misfortunes. I am very sorry for them." "And his niece takes care of his farm in the meantime?"

"Do you know her?" asked both the Miss Evelyns again.

“I can hardly say that,” he replied. “I had such a pleasure formerly. Do I understand that she is the person to fill Mr. Rossitur's place when he is away?"

"So she says."

"And so she acts," said Constance. "I wish you had heard her yesterday. It was beyond everything. We were conversing very amicably, regarding each other through a friendly vista formed by the sugar-bowl and teapot, when a horrid man, that looked as if he had slept all his life in a hay-cock and only waked up to turn it over, stuck his head in and immediately introduced a clover-field; and Fleda and he went to tumbling about the cocks till I do assure you I was deluded into a momentary belief that hay-making was the principal end of human nature, and looked upon myself as a burden to society; and after I had recovered my locality and ventured upon a sentence of gentle commiseration for her sufferings, Fleda went off into an eulogium upon the intelligence of hay-makers in general, and the strength of mind barbarians are universally known to possess.'

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The manner still more than the matter of this speech was beyond the withstanding of any good-natured muscles, though the gentleman's smile was a grave one and quickly lost in gravity. Mrs. Evelyn laughed and reproved in a breath; but the laugh was admiring and the reproof was stimulative. The bright eye of Constance danced in return with the mischievous delight of a horse that has slipped his bridle and knows you can't catch him.

"And this has been her life ever since Mr. Rossitur lost his property!" Entirely-sacrificed!" said Mrs. Evelyn, with a compassionately resigned air; "education, advantages, and everything given up, and set down here where she has seen nobody from year's end to year's end but the country people round about-very good people, but not the kind of people she ought to have been brought up among.”

"Oh, mamma!" said the eldest Miss Evelyn, in a deprecatory tone, "you shouldn't talk so; it isn't right. I am sure she is very nice-nicer now than anybody else I know; and clever too."

"Nice!" said Edith; "I wish I had such a sister!"

"She is a good girl-a very good girl," said Mrs. Evelyn, in a tone which would have deterred any one from wishing to make her acquaintance. "And happy, mamma. Fleda don't look miserable; she seems perfectly happy and contented."

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"Yes," said Mrs. Evelyn, "she has got accustomed to this state of things-it's her life. She makes delicious bread and puddings for her aunt, and raises vegetables for market, and oversees her uncle's farmers, and it isn't a hardship to her; she finds her happiness in it. She is a very good girl, but she might have been made something much better than a farmer's wife."

"You may set your mind at rest on that subject, mamma," said Constance, still using her chop-sticks with great complacency; "it's my opinion that the farmer is not in existence who is blessed with such a conjugal futurity. I think Fleda's strong pastoral tastes are likely to develope themselves in a new direction."

Mrs. Evelyn looked with a partial smile at the pretty features which the business of eating the strawberries displayed in sundry novel and picturesque points of view; and asked what she meant ?

"I don't know," said Constance, intent upon her basket; "I feel a friend's distress for Mr. Thorn. It's all your doing, mamma; you won't be able to look him in the face when we have Fleda next fall-I am sure I shall not want to look at his ! He'll be too savage for anything."

"Mr. Thorn!" said Mr. Carleton.

"Yes," said Mrs. Evelyn in an indulgent tone, "he was very attentive to her last winter when she was with us, but she went away before anything was decided. I don't think he has forgotten her."

"I shouldn't think anybody could forget her," said Edith.

"I am confident he would be here at this moment," said Constance, "if he wasn't in London."

"But what is all mamma's doing,' Constance ?" inquired her sister.

"The destruction of the peace of the whole family of Thorns. I shouldn't sleep sound in my bed, if I were she, with such a reflection. I look forward to heart-rending scenes, with a very disturbed state of mind."

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But what have I done, my child?" said Mrs. Evelyn.

"Didn't you introduce your favourite Mr. Olmney to Miss Ringgan last summer? I don't know! her native delicacy shrunk from making any disclosures, and of course the tongue of friendship is silent; but they were out ages yesterday while I was waiting for her, and their parting at the gate was -I feel myself unequal to the task of describing it!" said Constance ecstatically; "and she was in the most elevated tone of mind during our whole interview afterwards, and took all my brilliant remarks with as much coolness as if they had been drops of rain-more, I presume, considering that it was hay-time."

"Did you see him?" said Mrs. Evelyn.

"Only at that impracticable distance, mamma; but I introduced his name afterwards in my usual happy manner, and I found that Miss Ringgan's cheeks were by no means indifferent to it. I didn't dare go any further."