‘The child upon the mountain side Plays fearless and at ease, While the hush of purple evening Spreads over earth and seas. The valley lies in shadow, But the valley lies afar; And the mountain is a slope of light Upreaching to a star.’ MENELLA SMEDLEY. HOW pleasant it was to hear Griffith’s cheery voice, as he swung himself down, out of a cloud of dust, from the top of the coach at the wayside stage-house, whither Clarence and I had driven in the new britshka to meet him. While the four fine coach-horses were led off, and their successors harnessed in almost the twinkling of an eye, Griff was with us; and we did nothing but laugh and poke fun at each other all the way home, without a word of graver matters. I was resolved, however, that Griff should know how terribly his commission had added to Clarence’s danger, and how carefully the secret had been guarded; and the first time I could get him alone, I told him the whole. The effect was one of his most overwhelming fits of laughter. ‘Poor old Bill! To think of his being accused of gallanting about with barmaids!’ (an explosion at every pause) ‘and revelling with officers! Poor old Bill! it was as bad as Malvolio himself.’ When, indignant at the mirth excited by what had nearly cost us so dear, I observed that these items had nearly turned the scale against our brother, Griff demanded how we could have been such idiots as not to have written to him; I might at least have had the sense to do so. As to its doing him harm at Hillside, Parson Frank was no fool, and knew what men were made of! Griff would have taken the risk, come at once, and thrust the story down the fellow’s throat (as indeed he would have done). The idea of Betsy putting up with a pious young man like Bill, whose only flame had ever been old Miss Newton! And he roared again at the incongruous pair. ‘Oh, wasn’t she married after all, the hussy? She always had a dozen beaux, and professed to be on the point of putting up her banns; so if the earrings were not a wedding present, they might have been, ought to have been, and would be some time or other.’ Then he patted me, and declared there was no occasion for my disgusted looks, for no one knew better than himself that he had the best brace of brothers in existence, wanting in nothing but common sense and knowledge of the world. As to Betsy—faugh! I need not make myself uneasy about her; she knew what a civil word was worth much better than I did. He showed considerable affection for Clarence after a fashion of his own, which we three perfectly understood, and preferred to anything more conventional. Griff was always delightful, and he was especially so on that vacation, when every one was in high spirits; so that the journey is, as I look back on it, like a spot of brilliant sunshine in the distant landscape.