Ah! if this devoted young wife ever does succeed in WINNING HER WAY to the heart and conscience of her husband, she will do it through the power of her love and faith alone. Before the week was out Drusilla had another pleasure, in the arrival of Leo and Pina with her pets. She received them all with gladness. “Oh, ma’am,” exclaimed Pina, “but it does my very heart good to see you looking so rosy and bright-eyed! And I’m just dying to see young Master Leonard! And I am to be his nurse, ain’t I, ma’am? And how is the dear little darling pet? And, oh, I am so glad to see you looking so well and so happy!” “I am very happy to see you also, Pina,” said Drusilla, when the girl had stopped for want of breath. “I hope you left your mammy well.” “Oh, as well as possible, ma’am; but with _baby on the brain_ as sure as she lives, in regard to talking about little Master Leonard, which she stands to it is the finest baby as ever she saw among the hundreds and hundreds as she has had the honor of—of—of——” Pina paused for want of words or breath. “Of first introducing to their friends and relations,” added Drusilla, laughingly coming to the girl’s relief. “Yes, ma’am, that is the way to put it,” said Pina, approvingly. “But please, ma’am, may I see little Master Leonard?” she pleaded, eagerly. “Go with Matty first, Pina. She will show you the room where you are to sleep, and which joins the nursery. Wash your face and hands, and change your traveling dress for a clean one, and then come to my chamber, which is on the other side of the nursery, and I will show you our baby.” “Thank you, ma’am. Yes, ma’am. I am a perfect show for dust and dirt, I know, and in no state to go nigh a dainty little baby,” said Pina, courtesying, and then following Matty from the sitting parlor where this interview had taken place. And thus Drusilla’s surroundings at Old Lyon Hall were soon arranged to her perfect satisfaction. CHAPTER VI. ENTERTAINING ANGELS. Little can we tell, who share Our household hearth of love and care; Therefore with grave tenderness, Should we strive to love and bless All who live this little life, Soothing sorrows, calming strife, Lest we wrong some seraph here, Who has left the starry sphere, Exiled from the heavens above, To fulfil some mortal love.—T. POWELL. In the course of the next week, one or more from every family who had been invited to the Christmas party, called, and all who did so, left cards also for Mrs. Alexander Lyon. Besides this, Mrs. Colonel Seymour, the nearest neighbor and most intimate friend of the Lyons, issued invitations for a large party to come off on Twelfth Night. And the General, Anna, Drusilla and Dick, each received one.