man who goes about the world, keeping her heart consecrated to Heaven,
and to some human memories; not shrinking from her appointed work, but
doing it meekly and diligently, hour by hour through, life's long
day; waiting until at eve God lifts the burden off, saying, 'Faithful
handmaid, sleep!'"

Olive spoke softly, but earnestly. Marion did not quite understand her.
But she thought everything Miss Rothesay said must be true and good, and
was always pleased to watch her the while, declaring that whenever she
talked thus her face became "like an angels."

Miss Rothesay spent the evening very happily, though in the noisy
household of the M'Gillivrays. She listened to the elder girls' music,
and let the younger tribe of "wee toddling bairnies" climb on her knee
and pull her curls. Finally, she began to think that some of these days
there would be great pleasure in becoming an universal "Aunt Olive" to
the rising generation.

She walked home, escorted valiantly by three stout boys, who guided her
by a most circuitous route across Bruntsfield Links, that she might gain
a moonlight view of the couchant lion of Arthur's Seat. They amused her
the whole way home with tales of High-school warfare. On reaching the
garden-gate she was half surprised to hear the unwonted cheerfulness
of her own laugh. The sunshine she daily strove to cast around her was
falling faintly back upon her own heart.

"Good-night, good-night, Allan, and Charlie, and James. We must have
another merry walk soon," was her gay adieu as the boys departed,
leaving her in the garden-walk, where Mrs. Flora's tall hollyhocks cast
a heavy shadow up to the hall-door.

"You seem very happy, Miss Rothesay." The voice came from some one
standing close by. The next instant her hand was taken in that of Harold
Gwynne.

But the pressure was very cold. Olive's heart, which had leaped up
within her, sank down heavily, so heavily, that her greeting was only
the chilling words,

"I did not expect to see you here!"

"Possibly not; but I--I had business in Edinburgh. However, it will not,
I think, detain me long." He said this sharply even bitterly.

Olive, startled by the suddenness of this meeting, could make no answer,
but as they stood beneath the lamp she glanced at the face, whose every
change she knew so well. She saw that something troubled him. Forgetful
of all besides, her heart turned to him in sympathy and tenderness.

"There is nothing wrong, surely! Tel