ineffable Something which they alone possessed: a casket little people will be wise in not hurrying our Father Time to open for them, if they would continue to enjoy the jewel they suppose it to contain. Finally, these energetic young ladies said their prayers by the morning twitter of the birds, and went to their beds, less from a desire for rest than because custom demanded it. Three days later Emilia was a resident in the house, receiving lessons in demeanour from Cornelia, and in horsemanship from Wilfrid. She expressed no gratitude for kindnesses or wonder at the change in her fortune, save that pleasure sat like an inextinguishable light on her face. A splendid new harp arrived one day, ticketed, “For Miss Emilia Belloni.” “He does not know I have a second Christian name,” was her first remark, after an examination of the instrument. “'He?'” quoth Adela. “May it not have been a lady's gift?” Emilia clearly thought not. “And to whom do you ascribe it?” “Who sent it to me? Mr. Pericles, of course.” She touched the strings immediately, and sighed. “Are you discontented with the tone, child?” asked Adela. “No. I--I'll guess what it cost!” Surely the ladies had reason to think her commonplace! She explained herself better to Wilfrid, when he returned to Brookfield after a short absence. Showing the harp, “See what Mr. Pericles thinks me worth!” she said. “Not more than that?” was his gallant rejoinder. “Does it suit you?” “Yes; in every way.” This was all she said about it.