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have some one who can understand all you want, and all you would say, who can make allowances for your faults, and comfort you when sorrowful. Do you remember your mother, Flora?"
"Yes, a little; and you know we have her picture. I can remember once her singing me to sleep when I was ill, and I know she has such soft, loving eyes. Whenever I am ill or unhappy I can remember her face."
"And, I suppose, she often writes to you?"
"Yes, very often. I like mama's letters, because she tells me how to be good, and she is not angry about my faults as Miss Willis is. I don't like Miss Willis."
"Well then we won't talk about her. Do you think mama will stay here with your grandmama, or go to London?"
"Oh, I don't know; I think most likely we shall all stay here; but grandmama says it will all depend upon mama's state of health. Maria hopes we shall go to London."
"And what do you hope?"
"I don't care much, but I don't want to leave grandmama and the garden. We are making-the garden so beautiful for mama, and see! my Banksia rose will be in full bloom."
Effie gave her warmest admiration to the beautiful little rose-tree; and having gratified the child by examining all the little slips and flowers which her own hand had planted, she prepared to go.
"Oh don't go yet, Miss Burnet."
"Yes, dear, I can't stay, because Helen will bo waiting for me. She is gone on to Dame Fuller's cottage, and I am to call for her, and go with her to Miss Marsh's."
"Oh then you will like that. There arc so many pretty things in that house, and such a lovely cat."
Effic smiled at the probable causes of her enjoyment, and was soon on her road to join her cousin.
"Is that auld age that's toiling at the pin?
"Is winter hideous in a garb like this F"
Helen was sitting on a stile waiting for her cousin.
"Well, Erne, we shall have a pleasant walk; and I am so glad to introduce you, at last, to my favourites, the Misses Marsh."
"I shall like the walk well enough, Helen, but I know I shan't care for the visit. I don't like old people, you know."
"Well, dear, I think it is time you learnt to like them, and to prove for yourself, by actual demonstration, that there are some people too good to be shot, though they are past fifty."
"Well, we shall see. I say, Helen, wasn't I good to-day when Aunt Herbert contradicted me so about the British Museum? And I was right all the time; for I have been there very lately, and seen the things I spoke of."
"Yes, dear, very good; it was not lost upon me."
"You can't think how I tried, nor what it cost me. I nearly bit my lip through. Do you think Aunt Herbert's temper will ever get any better, Helen?
"No, I am afraid not."
"Then what in the world are you and I to do?"
"Just bear it, my dear, to be sure, and think no more about it."
"Do you think sho knows how disagreeable she is?"
"Oh no, certainly not; people never know