Quick, girls, quick! I can only give you twenty minutes." The Admiral, riding with all the vigor of an ancient mariner, looked well between his two fair daughters, as they turned their horses' heads inland, and made over the downs for Stonnington.

Here was beautiful cantering ground, without much furze or many rabbit-holes, and lovely air flowing over green waves of land, to greet and to deepen the rose upon young cheeks.

Behind them was the broad sea, looking steadfast, and spread with slowly travelling tints; before them and around lay the beauty of the earth, with the goodness of the sky thrown over it.

The bright world quivered with the breath of spring, and her smile was shed on everything.
"What a lovely country we have been through! I should like to come here every day," said Faith, as they struck into the London road again.

"If Stonnington is as nice as this, Mr.Scudamore must be happy there." "Well, we shall see," her father answered.