eep of course," as
Jenny took her and uncovered her face. "She won't exhibit her eyes,
but they are quite _proper_ coloured."

"Yes, I see she is like Raymond!"

"Do you? They all say she is a perfect Charnock, though how they
know I can't guess. There," after a little more baby-worship, "you
may take her Emma."

"Is that the under-nurse?" asked Jenny, rather surprised by her
juvenility.

"The sole one. My mother and Susan are rather concerned, but Rose
asserts that experience in that department is always associated with
gin; and she fell in love with this girl--a daughter of John
Gadley's, who is much more respectable than he of the 'Three
Pigeons.' I suppose it is not in the nature of things for two women
to have the same view of nursery matters, unless one have brought up
the other."

"Or even if she have. Witness mamma's sighs over Mary's nurses."

"I thought it was the common lot. You've not seen the dining-room."
And the full honours were done. They were pleasant rooms, still
unpapered, and the furniture chiefly of amber-coloured varnished
deal; the drawing-room, chiefly with green furniture, with only a
few brighter dashes here and there, and a sociable amount of
comfortable litter already. The study was full of new shelves and
old books, and across the window-sill lay a gray figure, with a book
and a sheet of paper.

"You here, Terry! I thought you were gone with Rose," said Julius,
as the boy rose to greet Miss Bowater.

"She said I need not, and I hate those garden-parties," said Terry;
and they relieved him of their presence as soon as Jenny had paid
her respects to the favourite prints and photographs on the walls.

"He has a passion for the history of Poland just now," said Julius.
"Sobieski is better company than he would meet at Duddingstone, I
suspect--poor fellow! Lord Rathforlane has been so much excited by
hearing of Driver's successes as a coach, as to desire Terry to read
with him for the Royal Engineers. The boys must get off his hands
as soon as possible, he says, and Terry, being cleverest, must do so
soonest; but the boy has seen the dullest side of soldiering, and
hates it. His whole soul is set on scholarship. I am afraid it is
a great mistake."

"Can't you persuade him?"

"We have both written; but Rose has no great hopes of the result. I
wish he could follow his bent."

"Yes," said Jenny, lingering as she looked towards Church-house,
"the young instinct ought