Jupiter Lights

are doing it to ente

entertains you, and that's baby," Cicely answered. She spoke w

world. You are not alone; you have other ties. Listen, Cicely, I will make any arrangement you like; you shall always have the first authority, but let me have him to live with me; let me take him away when I go. I will even acknowledge

," said Cice

to marr

ung to have ev

you, it must not be ended; Mr.

ng at her companion for a moment

now, and let me go a

he low bank above the Sound. "He could not go north now, i

arly spri

know; p

bound. She was goin

minds; so all she said was, "That's agreed, then." She was so happy that a bright flush rose in her cheeks, and her smile, a

at her. "You m

ure as I do, I will tell you that there have been one or two-friends o

erhaps not. But when y

won't be an army! To begin with, I am twenty-eight; and to end with, every one will

it make a

ng, if not also-as I really

what differen

y a month, and I am still constantly struck by it-you never think of money at all. And the strangest point is, that although

I will see to the boat," answered Cicely. Sh

flowed to the sea a broad, slow stream coming from the cotton country. They were all good sailors, as they had need to be for such excursions, the Sounds being often rough. The bright winter air, too, was sharp; but Eve was strong, and did not mind it, and the ladies of Romney, like true Southerners, never believed that it was really cold, cold as it is at the North. The voyages in the row-boat had been many; they had helped to fill the days, and the sisters-in-law had had not much else with which to fill them; they had remained as widely apart as in the beginning, Eve absorbed

g back. She did not add, "And if you drop anyth

cely answered. She pe

ou know there's

th

en when I recall the English Warwick, with its small, closely built streets, and the great castle looking down into the river Avon, I wonder if the first-comers

the English rivers; and, in another moment, Eve's had come hastily homeward,

o back if you wish." She watched Eve fold a shawl round the little boy. "You

ver to have had o

e has on her bonnet! Where can she be going?" said Cicely. "Oh, I know; she

k looks

time-before you came?" Eve's tone was often abrupt, but Cicely's was never tha

t; "that is, if you care to go, my dear. Dilsey told me that

ing from the boat; "she wants to see R

Eve longed to put her triumph into words: "The baby is mine! In the spring I am to h

t it is dangerous to make changes; I myself have never

pinguicula

," responded Miss

eks, then; to-day

eeks t

ch; to

ins on the very first day

all!" th

, was a short one. The chimneys of Singleton House came into view; but the

; we always go to the landing, and

nd leaned, and one of its wings was a roofless ruin, with the planking of the floor half tilted up, half fallen into the cellar. Miss Sabrina betrayed no perception of the effect of this upon a stranger; she cro

s and windows all stood open; a negro girl, who bore a strong resemblance to Powlyne, entered, and chased out a chicken who was prowling about over the matted floor; then she knelt down, with her long thin

he veranda," sugges

ed Miss Sabrina, remonstratingly, though she too was nearly

, kissing Eve on both cheeks, although she had never seen her before. "I have been so much interested in hearing that you are from England, Miss B

he wandering chicken, who still peered through

me thing," interposed Miss Sabrina. A faint color rose in her cheeks for a moment.

ngleton, confidently. She was small, white-haired, with

g-roes," pursued Miss Sabrina; "y

of the poor women in their confinements; we used to go to them, and be with them to cheer their time of trial. But now, separated from us, from our care and oversight, what can they do? If the people who have be

n't they have nurses

egular monthly nu

to pay for them. They might c

ot mean it, I assure you," said Miss Sabrina, coming to the rescue; "her vi

indeed!"

ed no more of

llsborough?" Mi

ld fairly have to talk to the chickens!" (One at least would be ready, Eve thought.) "Don't you know that there are ever so many little things each day that we want to say to somebody?" Mrs. Singleton went on. "Thinking them is not enough. And these dear pe

ave your little boy, too; Cicely has told me about

iss Sabrina, distressed.

merrily. "I will show him t

narily agreeable!" said Miss S

nd Patrick Henry. But then as regards the little things of

n?-I mean with the h

them," answered Mrs

ray. "Pray take some Madeira," said their host

difficult to say what had entered into its composition; but Madeira had formed part of the old-time hospitality of the house, and something that

ame in, leaning on a cane. "Miss Bruce-little Rupert; our dear little boy," said Mrs. Singlet

nd looked about for a chair. As he stood ther

laug

easantry, dear Mr. Singlet

reath or two, he gave a broad slow smile. "Nanny, are you in the habit of introdu

swered Mrs. Singl

santry," sighed Miss S

cely," Eve

red, gallantly. "Cicely is heavenly. Upon my word, she is t

and paid Eve compliments e

steamer, which brought tidings from the outside world. "Melton is dead," he said. "You k

Mrs. Singleton. Her emotion was

t he was a bad man, especial

ney; it could not be otherwise. Oh, w

ld be light, poetical. "Miss Bruce," he said, turning towards Eve-he was so broad that that in itself m

mind with a rush: how often, when she was a child, had he be

Guy, the h

has left

t she did not hear him; a

Guy, the ho

acing his plum-cake on

has left

lower perfum

ze is on

lay who tri

ed his pa

and flower con

e is Cou

, the bower and the sea; and it's very rarely that you find all four together. 'T

e stood in the doorway leaning on his cane and waving a courtly farewell, while the chick

Ferdinand Morrison," Eve began, as soon as a tu

t the Singletons. "Oh, Mr. Morrison? w

must ha

people, are they not? So cultivated! Their house has

ood an opportunity; at Romney, if there was no one else present, there were always the servants

et him. From the very beginning he appeared to be much in love with her, Cousin Emmeline wrote. And Cicely too-so we heard-appeared to ca

of co

out for a drive; I have been in Savannah myself, and I have often thought that probably they went to Bonaventure-so delightful! At last, one evenin

you went to

e have not always been able to do as w

n had money,

we have never

't yo

uld only hope, father and I, that she would be happy; but I

Why don't you write to Mr. Morrison yourself, and tell

is," answered Miss Sabrina, b

d South

'Ferdinand Morrison, Es

st know. His

heard of Paul Tennant, we are inclined to think him a most excellent young man. He may not have Ferdinand's beauty (we are told that Ferdinand is remarkably handsome); and it is probable, too, tha

e of it. If you know where this brothe

ryland Morrisons-I reckon you know the family. Ferdinand is the child of this second marr

en, and find out w

ina, smiling. "But I like it; it's so sweet of

hank me! Then

Mr. Tennant is either.-I

ask her, it will be worse still! Doesn't anybody in the wo

it is very cold-I remember that. It might hav

rica-what a family!"

They reached Romney to find little Jack ill; before