136 ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS.

dear me!”? The mother felt her limbs tremble,
her heart sink. ‘Oh! my own dear mother,
will not that be nice? and the beautiful sights
you have told me of—St. Paul’s and West-
minster—oh! mother, we shall be so happy !”’

‘¢ Not me, Rosa,” answered Mrs. aynne; with
as firm a voice asshe could command. ‘“ Now,
listen to me: you might ride in a coach and
four, instead of on your little pony—wear vel-
vet instead of cotton—see St. Paul’s and West-
minster—but have no more races on the downs,
no more peeping into birds’ nests, no more see-
ing the old church, or hearing its Sabbath bells.
You may become a great lady, but you must
leave and forget your father and me.”

‘“* Leave you, and my father and brothers!
You did not mean that surely—you could not
ve, that, my lady—could they not go with
me 29

. * That would be impossible !”’

‘Then I will stay here,” said the little girl
firmly; ‘I love them better than every thing -
else in the world. Thank you, dear lady, but
I cannot leave them.”

*¢ Leave us, then, Rosa,” said Helen, proudly.
The child obeyed with a frightened look, won-
ae how she had displeased the “ grand
a yo

If Helen had been steeped to the very lips in
misery, she could not have upbraided the world
more bitterly than she did, giving vent to long