d the two young women. Monty looked at
the fire and then at Tryphosa, saying: "I hain't a goin' to light no
more fires no more." "Why?" asked Tryphosa, and the answer came, which
revealed a genuine working of the intellect: "'Cos Sylvy says hit's
wicked." His mother turned, and said: "Monty, you must not mind what
Sylvanus says or anybody else; you must mind what he says."

The boy looked his mother full in the face, and replied in a very
decided tone, "Hi'm blowed hif I do!"

In the forepart of the house, only the ladies were up. The doctor and
the colonel, the captain and the Squire, slept the sleep of tired men
with good consciences, and the wounded dominie was enjoying a beautiful
succession of rose-coloured dreams, culminating in a service, at which a
tall soldierly man in appropriate costume gave away into his hand that
of a very elegant and accomplished lady, saying, as he did so, "Can I do
less for the heroic saver of her uncle's life?" Mr. Terry's appearance,
on entering to salute his daughter, exacted no remark. The lawyer looked
somewhat bucolic, but highly respectable. But poor little Mr. Bangs was
buried in clothing, and tripped on his overflowing trowser legs, as he
vainly strove to put his right hand outside of its coatsleeve, for the
purpose of shaking hands with the company. Mrs. Carmichael took pity on
him, and turned back his cuffs, and, his hands being thus of use to him,
he employed them to do the same with the skirts of his trousers. The
usually polite veteran took Coristine to a corner of the room, and,
between violent coughs of suppressed laughter, said: "Och, Misther
Coristine, it's the dumb aguey I'll be havin' iv his clawthes is not
droied soon. It's Bangs by name he is and bangs by natur'. Shure, this
bangs Banagher, an' Banagher bangs the world." The young ladies had not
yet entered the apartment, and the three night-watchers were busy
relating to the three matrons the terrible events of the night. The
lawyer was sitting with his back to the door, conversing with Mrs.
Carruthers, when Miss Carmichael came tripping in, followed by Miss Du
Plessis and Miss Halbert. The lawyer's hair was brown, and so was her
uncle's. The coat was the Squire's, and the white collar above it. So
she slipped softly up to the back of the chair, took the brown head
between her hands, and administered a salute on the forehead, with the
words: "Why, Uncle John!--," then suddenly turned and fled, amid the
laughter of