wrong?"

"I know I was in the wrong, and I 've said so; but now let Nelly be
judge between us. Here is the way it began--"

"The way what began, pray?" asked Julia.

"There, now, that's the way she pushes me to lose my temper; and when
she sees I 'm angry she grows all the calmer."

"She's downright disagreeable," said Julia; "and I don't know why a
frank, outspoken sailor condescends to speak to her."

"Well, he 's pretty sure to get the worst of it," muttered he.

"Poor Jack," said Nelly, caressingly. "And for all that he likes the
ill-treatment better than all the flatteries he meets elsewhere."

"That shrug of the shoulders does not say so," said Julia, laughing.
"Come," cried she, with a merry voice, "let us do something more worthy
of this delicious morning. Let us have a walk up the mountain; we can
have shade all the way."

"What's that little dome,--there, above the trees?" asked Jack.

"That's the campanile of our little chapel. I 'll fetch the key, and we
'll go and visit it. We 've not been to see it yet."

"But George would like to come with us;" and so saying, Julia hastened
away to find him.

"Oh, Nelly, I love her better than ever, and she scorns me even more,"
said he, as he hid his head on his sister's shoulder.

"My poor dear Jack; how little you know her! You never sorrowed over
your last parting as she did. We have had all of us great reverses.
They, as well as ourselves; and that spirit of Julia's--there is another
name for it than mockery--has carried her through her troubles better
than a more pretentious philosophy."

"But she is not even friendly with me, Nelly. None of you make me feel
what I have sunk to as she does."

"There, again, you are unjust--"

"Right or wrong, I'll bear it no longer. I only wait now till Gusty
comes back. I want to shake his hand once more, and then, girl, you have
seen the last of me."

Before Nelly could reply, Julia and her brother had joined them.

"Here 's news," said George, showing a letter,--"Augustus will be
with us to-morrow; he only writes a few lines to say,--'I have nothing
particularly cheering to report, and it will all bear keeping. I mean
to be at home on Wednesday next. I am all impatience to see Jack; the
thought of meeting him more than repays me my reverses here. Give him my
love.--A. Bramleigh.'"

"We shall have plenty to do to prepare for his arrival," said Julia.
"We must postpone our visit to the chapel. Would this illus