118 THE CHERRY-STONES.

had come into. the room to ask some
question of Warbeck, (for he himself did
not sleep in Mertoun’s room,) seemed as
‘+f he never would cease laughing. Wal-
ter alone sympathized in his brother's
alarm. He drew cautiously near the bed,
eyeing the cherry-stone with an air of
suspicion, as though he expected it .to fly
at him. “I beg your pardon, Harry,”
said Seymour, getting up from the bed,
upon which,he had flung himself in his
paroxysm of laughter ; “T really beg your
pardon; but you look as though you had
seen a ghost! Had it been a cherry-
pie, now,” he continued, looking round
him, “it would have been a different
matter; but being a cherry-stone, I would
recommend you to throw it out of the
window.”

Harry had by this time recovered his