'Ah, I have never written you verses.' 'I have not inspired you, mayhap.' 'Ye are too cold, Deb, save when Adam Sinclair is by. Once ye were all fire and fret; now ye are all snow and sorcery.' 'Strange blending! Have I witched you then?' 'Ay, the first day I came.' 'What worth is witchery?' 'To wear the heart away.' 'A pleasant vocation, truly, if I am working the like on you! But I thought not I was of so much dignity in your eyes as either to wear your heart or pleasure it.' He looked in her eyes then as if his whole soul were in his own. 'Deb, art speaking truth?' 'Ay,' she answered with earnestness; 'as surely as that my name is Deborah.' '"None so blind as those who will not see." Well, well, Lady Deb, think as ye will. Are you a coquette, Deb? I was wondering last night.' 'Oh, you _do_ think o' me then? Well, I know not. If I lived in the great world, I might be; here, what can I do?' 'Enow; it seemeth me. It is well for ye, Deb, ye're not in the world; ye'd be a wild one! You're too beautiful by half.' Deborah blushed, and with what covert joy Master King Fleming noted it! 'After that fine compliment,' said she, 'I will leave you to the contemplation of Mistress Dinnage. All girls are fair to you. I am going to ride. I may meet my wandering Charlie.' 'You will not ride _alone_?' 'Ay; not even Jordan with me. I may ride to Lincoln Castle.' Kingston rose. 'Ye shall not have the chance. I am your cavalier, Deb.' 'As it please ye!' And away went Deborah, singing. A SUMMER HOLIDAY IN NORWAY. A summer holiday in Norway can scarcely be otherwise than delightful. This beautiful northern land has attractions for all classes of tourists. In few other regions in Europe can there be found commingled such picturesque firths, such clusters of rocky islets, such lofty mountains, such exuberant sunshine, and such a bright ever-changeful sea. Interesting to all, it is peculiarly attractive to the lovers of Izaak Walton's gentle art. To the angler, a Norwegian lake or river has long been an aquatic Paradise. What a blissful experience it must be to hook a twenty-pound salmon, or even a five-pound grilse; to feel it rush like an arrow through the pellucid flood, and to dash away after it through a cool forest of sedges, or over a subaqueous Stonehenge, with the pleasant hum of the line as it spins out into the river, resounding in your ears. While high overhead the lark sings in the clear air, and the silvery mists creep up the steep hill-sides, and the golden sunlight streams down through the thickets of birch and alder, dancing on the ripples of the gladsome river, and shining right down into the angler's gladsome heart. This is an experience worth all the elixirs that were ever invented. It braces the nerves, it expands the lungs with full draughts of the healthful mountain breeze, and makes the sinking heart bound once more elastic with the buoyant unforgotten lightness of boyhood.