105 Turnaside Cottage.

“But has aught occurred ? he seems perturbed,”
said my mastcr, as he laid aside his greatcoat.
Ilere his eye fell on the china image, and I was
saved the difficulty of answering him. “ How came
this here? Iam sure that five minutes ago it was
not Yet,
how could he know aught of that time? Did he

 

 

Strange! it exactly resembles

place it there?” turning to me. But here the
smothered merriment behind the door broke into
an open laugh, and the stranger sprang out, crying,
“T brought it! is not it exactly like the dear, ugly
old thing that used to stand in your room at
Bawtry, and I broke, by shying an apple at you
from the stairs ?”

“Master George!” exclaimed my master. “I
thought you were spending the week at Abercwm.”

“But you see I am back again. I chanced upon
this little monster at the china-shop there, and
could not resist bringing it.” And as he spoke, the
young gentleman put his arm inside my master’s—
my master, who belonged to me—and looked up in
his face as though he were an old friend. I stood
utterly mystified. Who on earth was this intruder ?

“Reuben cannot make it out,” said my master,
smiling ; and then he told me that this was Master
George, Miss Churchill’s youngest brother, who had
been quite a wee fellow when Mr. Hurst had taught