n,
feeling very sure she should succeed as many another hopeful woman has
done, quite unconscious how much stronger an undisciplined will is than
the truest love, and what a difficult task the wisest find it to undo
the mistakes of a bad education. But it was a hard thing to do, for at
the least hint of commendation or encouragement, he looked so hopeful
that she was afraid of seeming to promise too much, and, of all things,
she desired to escape the accusation of having trifled with him.

So life was not very comfortable to either just then; and while Charlie
was "mortifying soul and body" to please her, she was studying how to
serve him best. Aunt Jessie helped her very much, and no one guessed,
when they saw pretty Miss Campbell going up and down the hill with such
a serious face, that she was intent upon anything except taking, with
praiseworthy regularity, the constitutionals which gave her such a
charming color.

Matters were in this state when one day a note came to Rose from Mrs.
Clara.

MY SWEET CHILD, Do take pity on my poor boy and cheer him up with a
sight of you, for he is so triste it breaks my heart to see him. He has
a new plan in his head, which strikes me as an excellent one, if you
will only favor it. Let him come and take you for a drive this fine
afternoon and talk things over. It will do him a world of good and
deeply oblige

Your ever loving

AUNT CLARA.

Rose read the note twice and stood a moment pondering, with her eyes
absently fixed on the little bay before her window. The sight of several
black figures moving briskly to and fro across its frozen surface seemed
to suggest a mode of escape from the drive she dreaded in more ways than
one. "That will be safer and pleasanter," she said, and going to her
desk wrote her answer.

DEAR AUNTY, I'm afraid of Brutus, but if Charlie will go skating with
me, I should enjoy it very much and it would do us both good. I can
listen to the new plan with an undivided mind there, so give him my
love, please, and say I shall expect him at three.

Affectionately, ROSE.

Punctually at three Charlie appeared with his skates over his arm and
with a very contented face, which brightened wonderfully as Rose came
downstairs in a sealskin suit and scarlet skirt, so like the one she
wore years ago that he involuntarily exclaimed as he took her skates:
"You look so like little Rose I hardly know you, and it seems so like
old times I feel sixteen again."

"T