Ben confessed to a deficiency of eye-sight on that point, and then, as his mother showed no signs of changing the conversation, he left her abruptly, and sauntered off into the garden, where he came suddenly upon Rosamond, who was finishing the Ancient Mariner in the summer- house, her favorite resort. "So we've met again," said he, "and a pretty lecture I've had on your account." "Why on my account?" asked Rosamond; and Ben, who never kept a thing to himself, told her in substance all his mother had said. "She always wakes in the wrong time," said he, "and she saw me just as I was about to give you a little bit of a hug--so"--and he proceeded to demonstrate. Rosamond's temper was up, and equally indignant at mother and son, she started to her feet, exclaiming, "I'd thank you, sir, to let me alone." "Whew-ew," whistled Ben. "Spunky, ain't you. Now I rather like that. But pray don't burst a blood vessel. I've no notion of making love to you, if mother does think so. You are too small a girl." "Too small a girl," repeated Rosamond, scornfully. "I'm _fourteen_ to- morrow--quite too old to be insulted," and she darted away, followed by the merry laugh of the good-humored Ben. Two hours before, Rosamond would not have been so excited, for though nearly fourteen, she was in thought and feeling a very child, as was proved by her asking to kiss her benefactor's hand; but Mrs. Van Vechten's remarks, repeated to her by Ben, had wrought in her a change, and, in some respects, transformed her into a woman at once. She did not care so much for the liberties Ben had attempted to take, but his mother's words rankled in her bosom, awakening within her a feeling of bitter resentment; and when, next day, the lady's bell rang out its summons for her to come, she sat still upon the doorsteps and gave no heed. "Rosamond," said Mrs. Peters, "Mrs. Van Vechten is ringing for you." "Let her ring, I'm not going to wait on her any more," and Rosamond returned to the book she was reading. Meantime, flurried and impatient, the lady above stairs pulled at the bell-rope, growing more nervous and angry with every pull, until at last, as she heard her brother's step in the hall, she went out to him and said, "I wish you'd send that girl to me. I've rung at least fifty times; and dare say she's enticing Ben again. I knew it would be so." Going hurriedly down the stairs, Mr. Browning sought out Rosamond and said to her, "My sister is ringing for you." "I know it, sir;" and the brown eyes, which heretofore had seemed so soft and gentle, flashed upon him an expression which puzzled him. "Then why do you not go?" he asked; and the young girl replied, "I shall not wait upon, her any more." "_Rosamond!_" said Mr. Browning. There was severity in the tone of his voice, and Rosamond roused at once.