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ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS. 65

hard, and uncomfortable it was-to sit upon $
indeed, no one except visiters ever did sit upon
it, save on Sundays, when Helen and Rose were
permitted so to do, ‘*if they kept quiet,” which
in truth they seldom did for more than five
minutes together. ‘* Moonlight”—Mrs. Myles’s
large cat—Moonlight would take a nap there
sometimes; but as Mrs. Myles, while she hush-
ed him off, declared he was a “ clean creature,”
it may be said that Moonlight was the only
thing privileged to enjoy the sofa to his heart’s

content. Why he liked it, I could not under-
stand. Now she invited Mr. Stokes to sit upon
it; but he knew better, and took the window
seat in preference.

‘‘ They are fine childretieré they not, sir?”
inquired the good old lady, reverting in the
pride of her heart to her young charges. ‘* Rose,
poor thing, will be obliged to shift for herself,
for her father and mother left her almost with-
out provision: but when Helen’s father returns,
I do hope he will be able to introduce her in the
way she seems born for. She has the heart
of a princess—bless her!’ added Mrs. Myles,
triumphantly.

‘“‘] hope, my good friend, she will have a
Christian’s heart,” said Mr. Stokes.

“Oh, certainly, sir, certainly, we all have
that, I hope.”’

“I hope so too; but I think you will act
wisely in directing the proud spirit of Helen