I'll ride down to the parsonage, or whatever you call it, immediately after luncheon, and bring him back to dinner, will he nill he--the Cure, too, if he'll come, for the Cure is a very old friend." Captain Danton was as good as his word.

As soon as luncheon was over, he mounted his horse and rode away, humming a tune.

Kate stood on the steps, with the pale November sunlight gilding the delicate rose-bloom cheeks, and making an aureole round the tinsel hair watching him out of sight.

Eeny was clinging round her as usual, and Grace stopped to speak to her on her way across the hall.
"You ought to go and practise, Eeny.

You have not touched the piano to-day, and to-morrow your teacher comes." "Yes, Eeny," said Kate, "go attend to your music.