led to overflowing. Elizabeth again paused,
and then bending over her where she still lay on her couch,
she pressed her own full red lips to Winnie's forehead. The
salute was instantly returned upon one of her little kid
gloves which Winnie laid hold of.

"You don't know how rich you are, Winifred, to have such a
good brother."

"Yes I do," said Winifred. "_You_ don't."

If there was not a rush to Elizabeth's eyes, it was because
she fought for it.

"Perhaps I don't," she said quietly; -- "for I never had any
one. Will you go and ride with me to-morrow, Winifred?"

"Ride?" said Winifred.

"Yes. In my carriage. We'll go out of town."

"O yes! O thank you! I should like it very much."

"You don't look very strong," said Elizabeth. "How is it that
you can take such long walks?"

"O Winthrop don't let me get tired you know."

"But how does he manage to help it?" said Elizabeth smiling.
"Can he do everything?"

"I don't know," said Winnie. "He don't let me stand too long,
and he doesn't let me walk too fast; and his arm is strong,
you know; --he can almost hold me up if I do get tired."

"I have -- or my father has," -- said Elizabeth, "some very old,
very good wine. -- I shall send you some. Will you try it? I
think it would make you stronger."

"I don't know whether Winthrop would let me drink it."

"Why not?"

"O he don't like me to drink anything but water and milk -- he
don't let me have tea or coffee -- and I don't know whether
he'd like wine; -- but I'll ask him."

"Don't let you have tea or coffee!"

"No; we drink milk, and water."

"But don't he let you do whatever you have a mind?"

"No," said Winnie; "and I don't want to, either."

"Don't want to do what?"

"Why -- anything that he don't like."

"Do you love him well enough for that -- not to _wish_ to do what
he don't like, Winifred?"

"Yes!" said Winifred. "I think I do. I may wish it at first,
of course; but I don't want to do it if he wishes me not."

"How did he ever get such power over you!"

"Power!" said Winnie, raising herself up on her elbow, -- "why
I don't know what you mean! I should think everybody would do
what Winthrop likes -- it isn't _power_."

"I wonder what is, then!" said Elizabeth significantly.

"Why it's -- it's -- goodness!" said Winnie, shutting her eyes,
but not before they had filled again. Elizabeth bit her lips
to keep her own from following company; not with much success.

"That's what it is,"