d you to read, not to prance.

    But too far from me. I sears return.

    ress. I s! Look do t   t my er consultation —an eye-doctor. t for ordinary gazes. Let me see you step once past t pointing finger, and I s of t doing til t  you sime; but at my word, and wand me, hmm?

    I do not.  I am already groious, and nod as if I do. s ts place, lingering a moment over the shelf.

    t ime—a favourite of itle is—

    But notle w.

    After my uncle o forget me. I stand for anoter-s c of me, and ruggle a moment  t, Mrs Stiles darts from to lead me back upstairs. I suppose youre tle girls always are. I seful for a we egg now.

    I am   admit to it. But so come, and t and a glass of s red o

    bear, some I sears , and tiles stand togetce alone. ttle cloak over myself, tle iles at terrible fear, and a sense of many ly tolled. I believe it is seven or eight oclock.

    I say, I so be taken home now.

    Mrs Stiles laugo t  a plaqe to call your home!

    I shey miss me.

    I so be rid of you—ty, pale-faced little t you are. Come s your bed-time. So unlace my goug a.

    I say, Youve no rigo  me! Youre noto me! I  my mot love me!

    trait at my t. ts all teful you , to knoeady. You must o give you the figure of a lady.

    Saken tiff buff dress from me, and all tig t grips me s a nigo my e skin gloves, c ts. Only my feet remain bare. I fall upon tcill.

    See e, tle daug died. Semper like a lambs. le-tempered co die, and peeviso t sa