stures were fully discernible, and her little Una's
arch toss of the head marked her out, yet the companion whom she had
beguiled away, and who had become more to Ermine than any other of the
frisking little ones of the flock, was neither with her not with his
chief protector, Rose. In a second or two, however, the step that to
her had most "music in't" of all footfalls that ever were trodden, was
sounding on the path that led circuitously up the path, and the Colonel
appeared with the little runaway holding his hand.

"Why, baby, you are soon come away!"

"I did not like it,--sit on mamma's knee," said the little fellow,
scrambling to his place then as one who felt it his own nest and throne.

"He was very soon frightened," said the Colonel; "it was only that
little witch Una who could have deluded him into such a crowd, and, as
soon as she saw a bigger boy to beguile, she instantly deserted Keith,
so I relieved Rachel of him."

"See Rachel now; Mr. Clare is interrogating her. How she is making them
laugh! I did not think she could ever have so entered into fun."

"Alick must have made it a part of her education. When the Invalid
has time for another essay, Ermine, it should be on the Benefits of
Ridicule."

"Against Clever Womanhood? But then the subject must have Rachel's
perfect good humour."

"And the weapon must be in the most delicately skilful hands," added
the Colonel. "Properly wielded, it saves blunting the superior weapon by
over-frequent use. Here the success is complete."

"It has been irony rather than ridicule," said Ermine, "though, when he
taught her to laugh, he won half the battle. It is beautiful to see her
holding herself back, and most forbearing where she feels most positive.
I am glad to see him looking so much stronger and more substantial.
Where is he?"

"On the further bank, supposed by Mrs. Curtis to be asleep, but watching
uncle, wife, and child through his eyelashes. Did you ever see any one
so like his sister as that child?"

"Much more so than this one. I am glad he may one day see such a shadow
of his bright-faced mother."

"You are mother!" said the the little orphan, looking up into Ermine's
face with a startled, wistful look, as having caught more of her meaning
than she had intended, and she met his look with a kiss, the time was
not yet come for gainsaying the belief more than in the words, "Yes,
always a mother to you, my precious little man."

"Nor could you have h