sides of her head, and then floated about the room
for needle and thread, and with a few nimble stitches fastened
together the simple green crown, which her cousin put on for her,
making the points meet above her forehead. Mary was wild with
delight at the effect, and full of thanks to Tom as he helped
them hastily to tie up bouquets, and then, amidst much laughing,
they squeezed into the wheel chair together (as the fashions of
that day allowed two young ladies to do), and went off to their
party, leaving a last injuction on him to go up and put the rest
of the flowers in water, and to call directly after breakfast the
next day.

He obeyed his orders, and pensively arranged the rest of the
flowers in the china ornaments on the mantle-piece, and in a soup
plate which he got and placed in the middle of the table, and
then spent some minutes examining a pair of gloves and other
small articles of women's gear which lay scattered about the
room. The gloves particularly attracted him, and he flattened
them out and laid them on his own large brown hand, and smiled at
the contrast, and took further unjustifiable liberties with them;
after which he returned to college and endured much banter as to
the time his call had lasted, and promised to engage his cousins
as he called them, to grace some festivities in St. Ambrose's at
their first spare moment.

The next day, being Show Sunday, was spent by the young ladies in
a ferment of spiritual and other dissipation. They attended
morning service at eight at the cathedral; breakfasted at a
Merton fellow's, from whence they adjourned to University sermon.
Here Mary, after two or three utterly ineffectual attempts to
understand what the preacher was meaning, soon relapsed into an
examination of the bonnets present, and the doctors and proctors
on the floor, and the undergraduates in the gallery. On the
whole, she was perhaps, better employed than her cousin, who knew
enough of religious party strife to follow the preacher, and was
made very uncomfortable by his discourse, which consisted of an
attack upon the recent publications of the most eminent and best
men in the University. Poor Miss Winter came away with a vague
impression of the wickedness of all persons who dare to travel
out of beaten tracks, and that the most unsafe state of mind in
the world is that which inquires and aspires, and cannot be
satisfied with the regulation draught of spiritual doctors in
high places. Bein