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Show 114 Ub< J).e,r.f.cc,: t 01!> 'Rose an!> $11\ler sense of humour triumphed and she laughed quietly until the tears came. There was no need now to meditate upon that mysterious look in the girl's eyes, for she had translated it herself. "The idea," said Rose to herself. "That foolish little child!" She tried to recall the conversation at the breakfast table, and remembered, with regret, that they had discussed Isabel quite freely. The thought that Isabel might have been listening before she made her presence known came forv.tard persistently, though Rose hated herself for it. Then, with swift resolution, she put all annoying thoughts aside to dwell, happily, upon the perfect hour that nothing could ever change or spoil. She went into the hall by another door opening out of the library, thus avoiding Isabel, and sought her own room, singing to herself: " The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn, The morning's at seven, The hillside's dew-pearled, The lark's on the wing, The snail's on the thorn; God 's in His huven- All 's right with the world I " IX :a 1knigbt-Jerrant ANOTHER mongrel had been added to the Ub<«'"" Crosby collection, so the canine herd now of ttroublc numbered twenty, all in the best of health and spirits. Some unpleasantness had been caused at the breakfast table by a gentle hint from Juliet to the effect that the dog supply seemed somewhat in excess of the demand. She had added insult to injury by threatening to chloroform the next dog her brother brought home. "Huh!" Romeo sneered, "they're as much yours as mine. You brought home the spotted one yourself." "That was only because the boys were teasing him. 1 didn't want him." .. I 've never brought home any without good reasons, and you know it. Besides, we've got room here forforty dogs, and they're all fenced in. They don't bother anybody." "Except by barking," complained Juliet. "They don't bark much unless somebody |
