ing whenever he came near her, Rosebud did not know how to
tell Edwin, who she knew loved and believed in Jasper, of her feelings.

II

THE COMING OF NEVILLE LANDLESS

One of the ministers in charge of the cathedral was the Reverend Mr.
Crisparkle, a ruddy, young, active, honest fellow, who was perpetually
practising boxing before the looking-glass or pitching himself
head-foremost into all the streams about the town for a swim, even when
it was winter and he had to break the ice with his head.

Mr. Crisparkle sometimes took young men into his home to live while he
tutored them to prepare them for college. One day he received word from
a Mr. Luke Honeythunder in London, telling him he was about to bring to
Cloisterham a twin brother and sister, Neville and Helena Landless, the
young man to be taught by Mr. Crisparkle and his sister Helena to be put
in Miss Twinkleton's seminary.

This Luke Honeythunder called himself a philanthropist, but he was a
queer sort of one, indeed. He was always getting up public meetings and
talking loudly, insisting on everybody's thinking exactly as he did, and
saying dreadful things of them if they did not.

Helena and Neville Landless had been born in Ceylon, where as little
children they had been cruelly treated by their stepfather. But they had
brave spirits, and four times in six years they had run away, only to be
brought back each time and punished. On each of these occasions (the
first had been when they were but seven years old) Helena had dressed as
a boy and once had even tried to cut off her long hair with Neville's
pocket-knife. At length their cruel stepfather died, and they were sent
to England, where for no other reason than that his name was continually
appearing in the newspapers, Mr. Honeythunder had been appointed their
guardian.

No wonder the brother and sister had grown up thinking everybody was
their enemy. They were quite prepared to hate Mr. Crisparkle when their
guardian brought them. But by the time Mr. Honeythunder had gone (and
Mr. Crisparkle was as glad as they were when he went home) they liked
the young minister and felt that they would be happy there. They were a
handsome pair, and Mr. Crisparkle was attracted to them both. Neville
was lithe, and dark and rich in color; Helena was almost like a gypsy,
slender, supple and quick. Both seemed half shy, half defiant, as though
their blood were untamed.

To make them welcome that first evening, Mr. Cri