rld."

"But, Graeme, everything is so different in Merleville, Janet cannot
know. And, besides--"

"I know, dear; and I would not like to say that we have been doing
anything very wrong all this time, or that those who do the same are
doing wrong. If we were wiser and stronger, and not so easily
influenced for evil, I daresay it would do us no harm. But, Rosie, I am
afraid for myself, that I may come to like this idle gay life too much,
or, at least, that it may unfit me for a quiet useful life, as our
father would have chosen for us, and I am afraid for you, too, dear
Rose."

"I enjoy parties very much, and I can't see that there is any harm in
it," said Rosie, a little crossly.

"No, not in enjoying them, in a certain way, and to a certain extent.
But, Rose, think how dreadful, to become `a lover of pleasure.' Is
there no danger do you think, love?"

Rose hung her head, and was silent. Graeme went on,--

"My darling, there is danger for you--for me--for us all. How can we
ever hope to win Harry from the society of those who do him harm, when
we are living only to please ourselves?"

"But, Graeme, it is better that we should all go together--I mean Harry
is more with us than he used to be. It must be better."

"I don't know, dear. I fear it is only a change of evils. Harry's
temptation meets him even with us. And, oh! Rosie, if our example
should make it easier for Harry to go astray! But we won't speak about
Harry. I trust God will keep him safe. I believe He will."

Though Graeme tried to speak calmly, Rose saw that she trembled and grew
very white.

"At any rate, Rose, we could not hope that God would hear our prayers
for Harry, or for each other, if we were living in a way displeasing to
Him. For it is not well with us, dear. We need not try to hide it from
ourselves. We must forget the last few troubled months, and begin
again. Yes, we must go farther back than that, Rosie," said Graeme,
suddenly rising, and putting her arms about her sister. "Do you mind
that last night, beside the two graves? How little worth all seemed to
us then, except to get safe home together. Rosie! I could not answer
for it to our father and mother if we were to live this troubled life
long. My darling! we must begin again."

There were tears on Rose's cheeks, as well as Graeme's, by this time.
But in a little Graeme sat down again.

"It is I who have been most to blame. These gay doings never should