Among her succeeding novels, which are too well known to need more than a passing comment, may be noted _Barbara Heathcote’s Trial_, _Robert Ord’s Atonement_, _Wooed and Married_, _Heriot’s Choice_, and _Mary St. John_. Ever anxious to do good and not harm, and to write books that any mother can give her girls to read, Rosa Carey’s works are characterised by a tendency to elevate to lofty aspirations, to noble ideas, and to purity of thought. During her residence at Putney she has also written _Lover or Friend_, _Only the Governess_, _The Search for Basil Lyndhurst_, _Sir Godfrey’s Grand-daughters_, _The Old, Old Story_, _The Mistress of Brae Farm_, and _Other People’s Lives_—a collection of short stories—while her latest book is entitled _Mollie’s Prince_. In THE GIRL’S OWN PAPER her short stories, which run serially for six months, are well known and eagerly looked for. In these, alike as in her longer works, the descriptive power, the fertility of resource and originality, prove that unceasing interest can be maintained while dwelling in a thoroughly healthy literary atmosphere. The first chapters of a new story will appear in our next monthly part. It is clearly noticeable that while some of Rosa Carey’s earlier books indicate a tone of sadness running through them—a circumstance that she is somewhat inclined to regret, but they were tinged with many years of sorrow—the healing hand of time has done its merciful work, and she now writes in a more cheerful vein. Nor is there wanting a strong sense of quiet fun and humour which especially permeates her delightful novel _Not Like Other Girls_, a book that should surely stimulate many young women to follow the example of the three plucky heroines therein depicted with so much spirit. While never exactly forming plots, when Miss Carey is about to begin a story, she thinks of one character, and works around that, meditating well the while over the others to be introduced. Then she starts writing, and soon gets so completely to live in and with her creations, that she feels a sense of loss and blank when the book is coming to an end, and while she has to wait until another grows in her mind. But, after all, her writing—the real work of her life—has often to be made a secondary consideration, for in her strong sense of family duty and devotion, and being the pivot round which its many members turn in sorrow or in sickness, the most important professional work is apt to be laid aside if she can do aught to comfort or to relieve them.