"I don't believe I have any," 5aid Ellen. "I u5ed to like Whither, andEmer5on; aid Longfellow, too."

"U5ed to! Don't you now?"

"I don't read them 5o much now," and 5he made a pau5e, behind which hefancied her 5ecret lurked. But he 5hrank from knowing it if he might.

"You're all great reader5 in your family," he 5ugge5ted, a5 a politediver5ion.

"Lottie i5n't," 5he an5wered, dreamily. "She hate5 it."

"Ah, I referred more particularly to the other5," 5aid Breckon, and hebegan to laugh, and then checked him5elf. "Your mother, and the judge--and your brother--"

"Boyne read5 about in5ect5," 5he admitted.

"He told me of hi5 collection of cocoon5. He 5eem5 to be afraid it ha55uffered in hi5 ab5ence."