st--

'Laura, you must get up your looks again, now this turmoil is over.
Don't do too much mathematics, and wear yourself down to a shadow.'

Laura gave her sad, forced smile.

'Will you do one thing for me, Laura? I should like to have one of
your perspective views of the inside of the church. Would it be too
troublesome to do?'

'Oh, no; I shall be very glad.'

'Don't set about it till you quite like it, and have plenty of time.
Thank you. I shall think it is a proof that you can forgive me for all
the pain I am causing you. I am very sorry.

'You are so very kind,' said Laura, bursting into tears; and, as her
mother was gone, she could not help adding, 'but don't try to comfort
me, Guy; don't blame yourself,--'tisn't only that,--but I am so very,
very unhappy.'

'Amy told me you were grieved for Philip. I wish I could help it, Laura.
I want to try to meet him in Switzerland, and, if we can, perhaps it may
be set right. At any rate he will be glad to know you see the rights of
it.'

Laura wept still more; but she could never again lose the sisterly
feeling those kind words had awakened. If Philip had but known what he
missed!

Charlotte ran in. 'Oh, I am glad to find you here, Guy; I wanted to put
you in mind of your promise. You must write me the first letter you sign
"Your affectionate brother!"'

'I won't forget, Charlotte.'

'Guy! Where's Guy?' called Mr. Edmonstone. 'The rain's going off. You
must come down, both of you, or you'll be too late.'

Mrs. Edmonstone hastened to call Amabel. Those moments that she had
been alone, Amabel had been kneeling in an earnest supplication that all
might be forgiven that she had done amiss in the home of her childhood,
that the blessings might be sealed on her and her husband, and that she
might go forth from her father's house in strength sent from above. Her
mother summoned her; she rose, came calmly forth, met Guy at the head of
the stairs, put her arm in his, and they went down.

Charles was on the sofa in the ante-room, talking fast, and striving for
high spirits.

'Amy, woman, you do us credit! Well, write soon, and don't break your
heart for want of me.'

There was a confusion of good-byes, and then all came out to the hall
door; even Charles, with Charlotte's arm. One more of those fast-locked
embraces between the brother and sister, and Mr. Edmonstone put Amabel
into the carriage.

'Good-bye, good-bye, my own dearest little one! Bless you, bless