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Wherein a great many people pay their respects in form and XXXVII. An unseen enemy round the corner XXXIV. How the fairy engaged the two Englishmen... XXXV. Fleda forgets herself XLIV. What pleasant people one meets in society XLV. How much trouble one may have about a note XLVI. Aromatic vinegar......... Whatever credit may be due to the bits of poetry in this volume, it is not due A single cloud on a sunny day A frown upon the atmosphere, That hath no business to appear, When skies are blue and earth is gay.-Byron. OME, dear grandpa! the old mare and the waggon are at the gate, all ready." "Well, dear!" responded a cheerful hearty voice, "they must wait a bit; I haven't got my hat yet." "Oh, I'll get that." And the little speaker, a girl of some ten or eleven years old, dashed past the old gentleman and running along the narrow passage which led to his room soon returned with the hat in her hand. "Yes, dear; but that ain't all. I must put on my great-coat, and I must look and see if I can find any money-" "Oh yes, for the post-office. It's a beautiful day, grandpa. Cynthy, won't you come and help grandpa on with his great-coat? And I'll go out and keep watch of the old mare till you're ready." A needless caution. For the old mare, though spirited enough for her years, had seen some fourteen or fifteen of them and was in no sort of danger of running away. She stood in what was called the back meadow, just without the little paling fence that enclosed a small courtyard round the house. Around this courtyard rich pasture-fields lay on every side, the high road cutting through them not more than a hundred or two feet from the house. The little girl planted herself on the outside of the paling and setting her back to it eyed the old mare with great contentment; for besides other grounds for security as to her quiet behaviour, one of the men employed about the farn., who had harnessed the equipage, was at the moment busied in putting some clean straw in the bottom of the vehicle. 66 Watkins," said the child presently to this person, "here is a strap that is just ready to come unbuckled." "What do you know about straps and buckles?" said the man rather grumly. But he came round however to see what she meant, and while he drew the one and fastened the other took special good care not to let Fleda know that her watchful eyes had probably saved the whole riding party from ruin; as the loosing of the strap would of necessity have brought on a trial of the old mare's nerves which not all her philosophy could have been expected to Fleda was satisfied to see the buckle made fast, and that Watkins, roused by her hint or by the cause of it, afterwards took a somewhat careful look over the whole establishment. In high glee then she climbed to her seat in the little waggon, and her grandfather coming out coated and hatted with some difficulty mounted to his place beside her. meet. "I think Watkins might have taken the trouble to wash the waggon without hurting himself," said Fleda; "it is all speckled with mud since last time.' "Ha'n't he washed it?" said the old gentleman in a tone of displeasure. "Watkins!" "Well." "Why didn't you wash the waggon as I told you?" "I did." "It's all over slosh." "That's Mr. Didenhover's work-he had it out day 'fore yesterday; and if you want it cleaned, Mr. Ringgan, you must speak to him about it. Mr. Didenhover may file his own doings; it's more than I'm going to." The old gentleman made no answer, except to acquaint the mare with the fact of his being in readiness to set out. A shade of annoyance and displeasure for a moment was upon his face; but the gate opening from the meadow upon the high road had hardly swung back upon its hinges after letting them out when he recovered the calm sweetness of demeanour that was habitual with him, and seemed as well as his little grandaughter to have given care the go-by for the time. Fleda had before this found out another fault in the harness, or rather in Mr. Didenhover, which like a wise little child she kept to herself. A broken place which her grandfather had ordered to be properly mended was still tied up with the piece of rope which had offended her eyes the last time they had driven out. But she said not a word of it, because "it would only worry grandpa for nothing;" and forgetting it almost immediately she moved on with him in a state of joyous happiness that no mud-stained waggon nor untidy rope-bound harness could stir for an instant. Her spirit was like a clear still-running stream which |