for a week's
board and lodgings and haven't earned sixpence to pay you."

"I shall put you in the county court," said Roger solemnly.

"It's no joke to me," said she.

"I know it isn't, and I wish to goodness I could help you out. By the
way, though," added he, jumping up from his chair, "I've got it."

"Don't," said she; "you'll only start the cough. What have you got? An
idea?"

"Yes. Rosalind, do you know I'm going to get some painting-lessons?"

"Where? Oh, I wish I could afford some too. Is there any one near here
who teaches?"

"Yes. Some one who's just starting. A rather jolly girl, only she has
an awful temper; and I'm afraid, when she sees what a poor hand I make,
she'll have no patience with me."

Rosalind looked at him steadily, and then smiled.

"How nice of you! May I really try? I'll teach you all I know."

"Will you promise to be nice, and never to fly out at me?"

"No, I'll promise nothing of the sort. But if you learn well, I'll be
very proud."

"And your terms?"

She looked at him again.

"Would a shilling an hour be an awful lot?"

"No. It's very moderate. I accept the terms. I'll begin to-day."

This satisfactory bargain being concluded. Miss Rosalind inquired how
her new pupil's cold was.

"Nearly all right. I'm glad to have got rid of it before Armstrong
comes back."

"When will that be?"

"I don't know. He hasn't written a line. I hope he'll come soon."

"Are you awfully fond of him!" asked Rosalind.

"Rather," replied the boy.

"That's exactly what he said when I asked him if he was fond of you."

"Odd," said Roger with a laugh. "But, I say, what do you think of my
den? Isn't it rather snug?"

"I like one of the pictures," said Rosalind, pointing to a certain
portrait on the mantelpiece.

"I'm awfully glad," said Roger. "Do you know who it is?"

"No."

"A brother of mine who died long before I was born."

Rosalind took the picture in her hands and carried it to the window.
The scrutiny lasted some minutes. Then she replaced it on the chimney-
piece.

"Well," said Roger, "do you like him?"

"Yes, I do."

"Aren't you a little afraid of him, too?"

"Not a bit. He looks like a hero."

Roger sighed.

"I'm glad there's one in the family," said he.

"Why not two? I say, will your tutor mind your having painting-lessons
of me?"

"Mind? Not he. I shouldn't be surprised if he wants to have some too."

Rosalind laughed.

"That wo