Miss Johns did not accept the invitation of her brother to undertake the charge of his household without due consideration. She by no means left out of view the contingency of his possible future marriage; but she trusted largely to her own influences in making it such a one, if inevitable, as should not be discreditable to the family name. And under such conditions she would retire with serene contentment to her own more private sphere of Canterbury,--or, if circumstances should demand, would accept the position of guest in the house of her brother. Nor did she leave out of view her influence in the training of the boy Reuben. She cherished her own hopes of moulding him to her will, and of making him a pride to the family. There was of course prodigious excitement in the parsonage upon her arrival. Esther had done her best at all household appliances, whether of kitchen or chamber. The minister received her with his wonted quietude, and a brotherly kiss of salutation. Reuben gazed wonderingly at her, and was thinking dreamily if he should ever love her, while he felt the dreary rustle of her black silk dress swooping round as she stooped to embrace him. "I hope Master Reuben is a good boy," said she; "your Aunt Eliza loves all good boys." He had nothing to say; but only looked back into that cold gray eye, as she lifted his chin with her gloved hand. "Benjamin, there's a strong look of the Handbys; but it's your forehead. He's a little man, I hope," and she patted him on the head. Still Reuben looked--wonderingly--at her shining silk dress, at her hat, at the little curls on either temple, at the guard-chain which hung from her neck with a glittering watch-key upon it, at the bright buckle in her belt, and most of all at the gray eye which seemed to look on him from far away. And with the same stare of wonderment, he followed her up and down throughout the house. At night, Esther, who has a chamber near him, creeps in to say good-night to the lad, and asks,-- "Do you like her, Ruby, boy? Do you like your Aunt Eliza?" "I d'n know," says Reuben, "She says she likes good boys; don't you like bad uns, Esther?" "But you're not _very_ bad," says Esther, whose orthodoxy does not forbid kindly praise. "Didn't mamma like bad uns, Esther?" "Dear heart!" and the good creature gives the boy a great hug; it could not have been warmer, if he had been her child.