Muslin

ed doves. Obeying a sudden impulse, a flock of little ones would race through a deluge of leaf-entangled rays towards a pet companion standing at th

n they caught sight of a favourite sister, they too ran forward, an

ival of the Bishop. His throne had been set at one end of the school-hall, and at the other the carpenters had ere

she was the eldest, the best-beloved, and the cleverest girl in the school. It was not, therefore, on account of any backwardness in her education that she had been kept so long out of society, but because Mrs. Barton thought that, as her two girls were so different in appearance, it would be well for them to come

it was plain that she wished the other girls away, and that her nature was delicate, sensitive, obscure, if not a little queer. At home her elder sisters complained that an ordinary look or gesture often shocked her, a

was set with light blue eyes; and when she was not changing her place restlessly, or looking round as if she fancied someone was approaching, w

red. It was the shade of red that is only seen in the children of dark-haired parents. In great coils it rolled over the dimpled cream of her neck, and with the exception of Alice, May was the cleverest girl in the school. For public inspection s

Gould would appeal to

s finely chiselled, but it was high and aquiline, and though her eyes were well drawn and coloured, they lacked personal passion and conviction; but no flower could show more delicate tints than her f

eard of a King marrying a beggar-maid? Besides, I hear that lots of people are going to be

You don't like the King, and you show

hat. Whoever r

anyone so selfish in all my life; you wouldn't be sa

nt and passionate reply, but at that mo

pa,' cri

,' said Violet; and s

is high aquiline nose and the moulding of his romantic forehead; and his colour, too. He wore a flowing be

ss you in old times, but I suppose you are too big now. How strange-how strange! There you are, a row of brunettes and blondes, who before many

Barton,' said the nun in a tone of voice that showed that she thought Mr. Barton's remark ill-considered.

son's ballad to music myself. I sing it to the guitar, and if life were not so hurried I should have sent it to you. However-h

jolly that will be!' Ol

nds, she romped

antage of this break in

ime if you don't make haste-and it won't do to keep the Bishop waiting.' Like a

about her grey-silk shoulders. 'How little they know of the troubles of the world! I am afraid i

id, who had just joined the group; 'they a

she sighed. Another priest, as if fearing further religious shop from his fellow-worker,

r all, only dreaming. I should like to be put at the head of an arm

rarian agitation. Mr. Barton, who was weary of the subject, stepped aside, and, sitting on one of the terrace benches between Cecilia and Alice, he feasted his eyes on the colour-chang