A Summer in Leslie Goldthwaite's Life.

e, and early in the morning Madam Routh's compliments had come to Mrs. Linceford, with the request, in all the

ellation. It was both baptismal and hereditary, surname and given name,-given with a coat of fresh, pale, pea-green paint that had been lai

pounded with cream and sugar, which a great tin can stood waiting to receive and convey, and which was at length to serve

between the two houses flitted the excursionists, full of the bright ent

nce more, taking the delight of the moment with a young girl's innocent abandonment. It was nice to be received so among all these new companions; to be evidently, though tacitly, voted nice, in the way girls have of doing it; t

before, in her morning mood was all alive again to mischief. The small, spare figure of the lady appeared at the si

your apprehension of her. Some people seem to have given them at the outset a mere germ of personality like this, which must needs widen itself out in like fashion to be felt at all. Her mosses and minerals, her pressed leaves and flowers, her odds and ends of art and science and prettiness w

ened into lines that gave you the idea of her having slept all night upon both of them, and got them into longitudinal wrinkles that all day was never able to wear out; above all, with her curious little nose (that was the exact expression of it), sharply and sudde

pon the tip of this odd, investigating member; and it blushed for

oat!" she cried, just under her breath, "with a fresh petticoa

t, crimson-t

me in a lu

suaded to be good? Now-can I help that?" And she dropped her folded hands in her lap, exh

reath, "this little parcel,-something I promised to Prissy Hoskin

rie Arnall. "Creggin's horses backed ther

of a mile round," s

hey'll go faster than we, or can,

. That wasn't a pun. But oh, Miss Craydocke!"-and her tone suggested

y knife slipped as I was cutting a bit of cord, in a silly fashion

or," said Sin Saxon gravely. "Especially

wing, or choosing to know, that she was snubbed or quizzed. "Looking for a bit of plaster, I fou

or the best, after all. 'There is a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will.' Hiram, we

ed" as they passed it by, taking the road in advance, giving a saucy word of command to Jim Holden, which transferred the charge of its delivery to him, and calling out a hurried explanation to the ladies over her sho

r a rankle in her heart. On the contrary, a droll twinkle played among the crow's-feet at the corners of her eyes. They coul

looked two others,-young girls, one of them at

short story. They get into a short time, in such a summer holiday,

he last two years, but it had not been pleasuring. Martha was some five or six years the younger. She had a pretty face, yet marked, as it is so sad to s

ow together. It was home to them because at home they lived so: life and duty were so framed in for them,-in one dear old window-recess. Sometimes they thought that

g and inundating their own retreat,-whose delicate mother, not more than eight years older than her eldest step-daughter, was tied hand and foot to her nursery, with a baby on her lap, a

tha sat upstairs

his seem to you, young ladies, and what do you think of their upstairs life together, you who calculate, if you calculate at all, whether five hundred dollars may carry you respectably through your hal

lay hold of them in a larger way. Susan had a friend-a dear old intimate of school-days, now a staid woman of eight-and-twenty-who was to go out in yet

wo words held the sacrifice. "Mamma is so nicely this summer,

guns thundered out rejoicings; flags filled the air with crimson and blue, like an aurora; she only sat and made little frocks

me from Japan, had put his hand in his pocket and pulled out three new fifty-dollar bills, and said to them in his rough way, "There, girls! Take that, and go your lengths." T

doings-the force of all the life of the place. If any expedition of consequence is afoot, they are the expedition; others may join in, or hold aloof, or be passed by; in which last cases, it is only in a feeble, rippling fa

w girls who came last night should have got into everything in a minute, and we've been here a week and don't seem to catch to anything at al

Madam Routh's; they were over here last

fie Saxon at

d this is the little

e. You've told her stories hundreds of ti

oesn't think. That's

, then. You would, S

ed to seeing-

the other. Well, it's queer how the parts