lways hit straight out from the shoulder and above the
belt."

"Yes; she has particularly infatuated me, and I'd like to save her
from Eweword."

"Marry him to the girl Grosvenor while you're about it and that will
dispose of him and suit her, for she strikes me as anxious for
matrimony."

"She hasn't been--" I began.

"Oh, no, I think she's a splendid woman in every way, but--"

"_But_, even the finest and most chivalrous man, while he thinks the
only sphere for women is matrimony, yet is shocked if a woman betrays
in the least way that her ambitions lie in the domestic line--strange
inconsistency. However, you will not let Dawn know my ideas of
disposing of her;" and with the want of perspicacity of his sex, or
else with a wonderful power of covering his thoughts excelling that of
women, and of which women never suspect men, Ernest promised without
sensing what I had in view.

SEVENTEEN.

MRS BRAY AND CARRY COME TO ISSUES.

Contention arose in the Clay household next day, Dawn's singing
lessons being at the root of the trouble. It was her week in the
kitchen, and that she should be two days absent from the cooking,
displeased Carry.

"Well, if you don't think the place fair, you can go!" said grandma.
"But I think you're a fool, an' you're giving me a lot of worry. It's
all very fine in other people's places, but some day w'en you have a
home of your own you'll know the worry of it. Next time I make a
arrangement with a girl she'll have to take a extra day in the kitchen
without humbuggin'."

"I'll vote for me grandma on that bill," said Andrew, "for I've often
been give the pip by who is in the kitchen an' who is out of it.
Grandma, did you hear the latest? Young Jack Bray's been in another
orange orchard and didn't do a get quick enough, and has got took up,
and his father will have to pay money to keep him out of quod."

The old lady bristled.

"Didn't I tell you! Who knows how to receive these things best now?
I've always believed in rarin' me family me own way, an' Mrs Bray is a
fine woman, moral and decent, but she's got too many stones to throw
at others and doesn't see to it sharp enough that less stones can't be
threw at her. I thought she didn't take it serious enough. You'd have
been in this too only for me dreadin' the spark. What are they goin'
to do?"

"Pay the money, of course; an' Mr Bray is goin' to tan the hide off
Jack."

"Some people don't get frightened of dishonesty u