When he spoke of the delights of walking in the country through woodland and meadow, her thoughts strayed to Fifth Avenue, with its throng of well-dressed people, the glittering equipages rolling by, the stately houses on either side, through whose shining windows one caught glimpses of the splendors within; and to the Park, with its shady alleys and well-kept lawns.

Could there be any walking so delightful as that which these afforded?
Surely not! Ah! Madge and Helen were probably just starting for their walk now.

Did they know of her banishment?
would they laugh at the thought of Queen Hildegardis vegetating for three months at a wretched-- "Glenfield!" The brakeman's voice rang clear and sharp through the car.
Hilda started, and seized her father's hand convulsively.
"Papa!" she whispered, "O papa! don't leave me here; take me home! I cannot bear it!" "Come, my child!" said Mr.Graham, speaking low, and with an odd catch in his voice; "that is not the way to go into action.

Remember, this is your first battle.

So, eyes front! charge bayonets! quick step! forward, _march_!" The train had stopped.