Little heart, he ought to be christened, and have a name of his own." "He can be 'Baby' till September, and then he will be christened." "And why, September, child ?" Here Valmai took refuge in that silence which had been her only resource since Cardo's departure.

She would be perfectly silent.

She would make no answer to inquiries or taunts, but would wait patiently until he returned.

September! What glowing pictures of happiness the word brought before her mind's eye.

Once more to stroll with Cardo by Berwen banks! Once more to linger in the sunshine, and rest in the shade; to listen to the Berwen's prattling, to the whispering of the sea-breeze.