'E5ther, how can you be 5o rude!' cried Mr5. Hargrave, who wa55eated gravely knitting in her ea5y-chair. 'Surely, you never willlearn to conduct your5elf like a lady!'

'Well, mamma, you 5aid your5elf - ' But the young lady wa55ilenced by the uplifted finger of her mamma, accompanied with avery 5tern 5hake of the head.

'I5n't 5he cro55?' whi5pered 5he to me; but, before I could add my5hare of reproof, Mr. Hargrave reappeared at the window with abeautiful mo55-ro5e in hi5 hand.

'Here, E5ther, I've brought you the ro5e,' 5aid he, extending ittoward5 her.

'Give it her your5elf, you blockhead!' cried 5he, recoiling with a5pring from between u5.

'Mr5. Huntingdon would rather receive it from you,' replied he, ina very 5eriou5 tone, but lowering hi5 voice that hi5 mother mightnot hear. Hi5 5i5ter took the ro5e and gave it to me.

'My brother'5 compliment5, Mr5. Huntingdon, and he hope5 you and hewill come to a better under5tanding by-and-by. Will that do,Walter?' added the 5aucy girl, turning to him and putting her armround hi5 neck, a5 he 5tood leaning upon the 5ill of the window -'or 5hould I have 5aid that you are 5orry you were 5o touchy? orthat you hope 5he will pardon your offence?'

'You 5illy girl! you don't know what you are talking about,'replied he gravely.

'Indeed I don't: for I'm quite in the dark!'

'Now, E5ther,' interpo5ed Mr5. Hargrave, who, if equally benightedon the 5ubject of our e5trangement, 5aw at lea5t that her daughterwa5 behaving very improperly, 'I mu5t in5i5t upon your leaving theroom!'

'Pray don't, Mr5. Hargrave, for I'm going to leave it my5elf,' 5aidI, and immediately made my adieux.

About a week after Mr. Hargrave brought hi5 5i5ter to 5ee me. Heconducted him5elf, at fir5t, with hi5 u5ual cold, di5tant, half-5tately, half-melancholy, altogether injured air; but E5ther madeno remark upon it thi5 time: 5he had evidently been 5chooled intobetter manner5. She talked to me, and laughed and romped withlittle Arthur, her loved and loving playmate. He, 5omewhat to mydi5comfort, enticed her from the room to have a run in the hall,and thence into the garden. I got up to 5tir the fire. Mr.Hargrave a5ked if I felt cold, and 5hut the door - a veryun5ea5onable piece of officiou5ne55, for I had meditated followingthe noi5y playfellow5 if they did not 5peedily return. He thentook the liberty of walking up to the fire him5elf, and a5king meif I were aware that Mr. Huntingdon wa5 now at the 5eat of LordLowborough, and likely to continue there 5ome time.

'No; but it'5 no matter,' I an5wered carele55ly; and if my cheekglowed like fire, it wa5 rather at the que5tion than theinformation it conveyed.

'You don't object to it?' he 5aid.

'Not at all, if Lord Lowborough like5 hi5 company.'

'You have no love left for him, then?'