"Perhaps she has never practiced them since. She could hardly have had time, with all the little Hands to look after, as her mother says she did. All the better for us. It makes her wonderfully patient with our troublesome brats. It was only to day, when that horrid little Jacky Smith hurt himself so, that I saw Elizabeth take him into the kitchen, wash his face and hands, and cuddle him up and comfort him, quite motherly. Her forte is certainly children." "You always find something to say for her." "I should be ashamed if I could not find something to say for any body who is always abused." Another pause--and then Selina returned to the charge. "Have you ever observed, my dear, the extraordinary way she has of fastening, or rather, not fastening her gown behind? She just hooks it together at the top and at the waist, while between there is a--" "Hiatus valde deflendus. Oh dear me! what shall I do? Selina, how can I help it if a girl of fifteen years old is not a paragon of perfection? as of course we all are, if we only could find it out." And Hilary, in despair, rose to carry her candle and books into the chilly but quiet bedroom, biting her lips the while lest she should be tempted to say something which Selina called "impertinent," which perhaps it was, from a younger sister to an elder. I do not set Hilary up as a perfect character. Through sorrow only do people go on to perfection; and sorrow, in its true meaning, the cherished girl had never known. But that night, talking to Johanna before they went to sleep--they had always slept together since the time when the elder sister used to walk the room of nights with that pulling, motherless infant in her arms--Hilary anxiously started the question of the little servant. "I am afraid I vexed Selina greatly about her to-night, and yet what can one do? Selina is so very unjust--always expecting impossibilities. She would like to have Elizabeth at once a first rate cook, a finished house-maid, and an attentive lady's maid, and all without being taught! She gives her things to do, neither waiting to see if they are comprehended by her, nor showing her how to do them. Of course the girl stands gaping and staring and does not do them, or does them so badly, that she gets a thorough scolding." "Is she very stupid, do you think?" asked Johanna, in unconscious appeal to her pet's stronger judgment. "No, I don't. Far from stupid; only very ignorant, and--you would hardly believe it--very nervous. Selina frightens her. She gets on extremely well with me." "Any one would, my dear. That is," added the conscientious elder sister, still afraid of making the "child" vain, "any one whom you took pain with. But do you think you can ever make any thing out of Elizabeth? Her month ends to-morrow. Shall we let her go?" "And perhaps get in her place a story-teller--a tale-bearer--even a thief. No, no; let us 'Rather bear the ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of;'