THE CROW'S NEST Take the little pleasures of life, watch the sunsets and the clouds, the shadows in the streets and the misty light over our great cities.

These bring joy by the way, and thankfulness to our Heavenly Father.
-- ANNE T.CLOUGH.
In a certain sense all are historians.
-- CARLYLE.
Perhaps Elizabeth's conscience pricked her that night, or more probably, being rather a casual and careless young woman, a gentle hint from Dinah may have had its effect.
Dinah had merely remarked in her quiet way, when she was bidding her sister good-night in the Red Gallery, that she feared they were not doing enough for their guest's amusement, and that she thought they had better ask the vicar to dinner.
"Mr.Herrick is a literary man, and they will get on very well together," she observed.

"Don't you think so, Betty ?" And as Elizabeth did think so, and had no objection to offer, Dinah said that Johnson should take a note round the following morning.
Elizabeth felt a twinge of compunction as she closed her bedroom door; she was by no means given to introspection, but "conscience, that makes cowards of us all," told her that she had not been quite gracious to Mr.Herrick that evening.
"It was too bad of me not to sing to him," she said to herself, as she recalled his disappointed look.

"I was not so very tired after all; it was just a fit of laziness, and--" but here Elizabeth checked herself abruptly--self-examination is sometimes embarrassing.
"I will try and make up for it to-morrow," she thought; "he is such a good fellow, and we owe him so much;" and she was still in this complaisant mood when she came down to breakfast.
Even her outward garb was improved: she wore a fresh and extremely becoming morning dress, which set off her fine figure to advantage; and before Malcolm had tasted his coffee or looked at his letters she was challenging him gaily to a game of tennis.
Malcolm was charmed--he had no idea that she played tennis; but her next proposition rather took off the edge of his enjoyment.
"I know you are a good player, Mr.Herrick," she remarked coolly, "but it would be too great an exertion this warm weather for you to beat Cedric and me.

Would it not be a good plan," turning to her brother, "for you to go over to the White Cottage on your bicycle and ask Mr.
Carlyon to make the fourth?
We should have a much better game." "But we decided to ask Mr.Charrington to dinner, Betty," remonstrated her sister.