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garden where the GMtildren went to school; and
hearing Helen’s voice in loud dispute, he paus-
ed for a moment to ascertain the cause.

‘*T tell you,” said the little maid, “* Rose may
be what she likes, but I’ll be queen.”

‘“‘ How unfit,” quoth the curate to himself—
‘how utterly unfit is Mrs. Myles to manage
Helen!” 'The good man paused again; and
to the no small confusion of the little group,
who had been making holiday under the sha-
dow of a spreading apple-tree, suddenly enter-
ed amongst them, and read her a lecture, gently,
kindly, and judicious. Having thus performed
what he conceived his duty, he walked on; but
his progress was arrested by a little hand being
thrust into his; and when he looked down, the
beaming, innocent face of Rose Dillon was up-
turned towards him.

** Do please, sir,” she said, *“ let Helen Marsh
be queen of the game; if she is not, she won’t
play with a bit of heart—she won’t, indeed, sir.
She will play to be sure, but not with any heart.”

“I cannot unsay what I have said, little
Rose,” he answered; “I cannot; it is better
for her to play without heart, as you call it,
than to have that heart too highly uplifted by
play.” 7

Happy would it have been for Helen Marsh
if she had always had a judicious friend to cor-
rect her dangerous ambition. The good curate
admonished the one, and brought forward the