Then suc - cess and long life to the “G. O. P.,” ’Tis with hands all round, and a - cross the sea, That we speed her forth with our [1]three . . . . times three! . . . 3. Suc - - cess and long life to the Cap-tain staunch, May his hand, so kind - ly and strong, Yet for many a year the good ship launch He has guid - ed so well and long. Suc - cess and long life to her faith - ful crew, Long, long may they ral - - ly round, . . And one and all, at their Cap - tain’s call, Be “rea - dy and will - ing” found! . . CHORUS Then suc - cess and long life to the “G. O. P.,” ’Tis with hands all round, and a - cross the sea, That we speed her forth with our [1]three . . . . times three! . . . [1] Signal for the waving of over 43 millions of girls’ pocket handkerchiefs.—M. B. F. SHEILA. A STORY FOR GIRLS. BY EVELYN EVERETT-GREEN, Author of “Greyfriars,” “Half-a-dozen Sisters,” etc. CHAPTER IV. EFFIE. The two girls remained quite still for a few minutes, looking curiously at one another. Mrs. Cossart, who had brought Sheila up to her daughter’s bright, pretty sitting-room, had been obliged to leave them after speaking a few phrases of introduction, as there were visitors awaiting her in the drawing-room. Sheila saw, half reclined upon a couch beside the fire, a girl with a pinched face, dark hair and brown eyes, which looked out rather sharply through a pair of “nippers.” The girl was thin, but she did not look exactly ill. There was something a little defiant in her air as she raised herself and spoke to her visitor. “So you are Sheila? Come here and sit down, and let us talk. I have heard a lot about you, and I suppose you’ve heard plenty about me. I wonder what kind of things the Tom Cossarts say about me in private. I always think they call me a humbug.” “No, they don’t,” answered Sheila quickly, as she came forward, “I think they are kind people. They were all very kind to me.” “I suppose you would have liked to stay there altogether. You don’t think it will be so amusing, shut up here with me.” “I can’t tell till I try,” answered Sheila smiling, rather puzzled by Effie’s sharp speeches. “I liked being in River Street pretty well. But—well—it didn’t seem much like home. This house is much nicer. I think if you like having me, I shall like being here. I hope you will like me, Effie.” Sheila spoke simply and impulsively, and Effie smiled, and her face looked pleasanter than it had done as yet. “Oh, I daresay we shall get on. I’m not so cross as I expect you’ve been told. Once I was just cram full of fun, but being ill takes the life out of you. Sometimes I hate everything and everybody, but then I get better, and things seem different. Have you ever been ill? Do you know what it’s like?”