I hope,--I hope you do not cease to pray for yourself ?" "I endeavour, aunt." "It is an endeavour which, if really made, never fails." Clara said nothing more, and her aunt also remained silent.

Soon afterwards, the four-wheeled carriage, with the demure stable-boy, came to the door, and Clara was driven up and down through the streets of Perivale in a manner which was an injury to her.

She knew that she was suffering an injustice, but it was one of which she could not make complaint.

She submitted to her aunt, enduring the penances that were required of her; and, therefore, her aunt had opportunity enough to see her shortcomings.

Mrs.Winterfield did see them, and judged her accordingly.