most happy," said Harry.

"Oh! we shall not be exacting. We are easily amused, little Etta and
I."

Miss Goldsmith's visit was a success. She was a very nice little girl,
whose life had been passed in the country--not in a village even, but
quite away from neighbours, on a farm, in which her father had rather
unfortunately invested the greater part of his means. It might not
prove to be unfortunate in the end, Etta explained to them, because the
land was valuable, only in the meantime it seemed to take all the income
just to keep things going. But by and by she hoped farming would pay,
and the place was beautiful, and they lived very happily there, if they
only had a little more money, Etta added gravely.

Dick was the hero who was to retrieve the fallen fortunes of the family,
Etta thought. He was her only own brother. All the rest of the
children were only her half-brothers and sisters. But notwithstanding
the hard times to which Etta confessed, they were a very happy family,
it seemed.

Everything was made pleasure by this little girl. It was pleasure just
to drive through the streets, to see the well-dressed people, to look in
at the shop-windows. Shopping was pleasure, though she had little to
spend. An hour in a bookseller's, or in a fancy shop, was pleasure.
The churches, old and new, were wonderful to her, some for one reason,
some for another. Rose and she became independent and strong-minded,
and went everywhere without an escort. They spent a day in wandering
about the shady walks of the new cemetery, and an afternoon gazing down
on the city from the cathedral towers. They paid visits and received
them; and, on rainy days, worked and read together with great delight,
if not with much profit. Rose, with both heart and hands, helped her
friend to make the most of her small allowance for dress; and contrived,
out of odds and ends, to make pretty, inexpensive ornaments for her, and
presents for her little brothers and sisters at home. She taught her
new patterns in crochet, and new stitches in Berlin wool. She even gave
her a music lesson, now and then, and insisted on her practising, daily,
that she might get back what she had lost since she left school, and so
be able the better to teach her little sisters when she went home. In
short, she contrived to fill up the time with amusement, or with work of
some sort. Not a moment but was occupied in some way.

Of course, Graeme was sometimes i