Catching the kitten from him, she dropped it to the ground in such wise as to prove nature's foresight most kind in cushioning the feet of cats.
"Ah! I didn't want it that much!" "A cat in the hand is worth two nightingales in the bush," he said boldly, and laughed.

"I would shed more blood than that!" Miss Betty blushed like a southern dawn, and started back from him.

From the convent but yesterday--and she had taken a man's hand in both of hers! It was to this tableau that the lady in blue entered, following the hunt through the gates, where she stopped with a discomposed countenance.

At once, however, she advanced, and with a cry of greeting, enveloped Miss Betty in a brief embrace, to the relief of the latter's confusion.

It was Fanchon Bareaud, now two years emancipated from St.Mary's, and far gone in taffeta.