MILLIE'S VICTORY.

Millie, who was faint and dizzy with her long journey.
Directly Miss Conway left the room, she laid down on
the bed, too miserable and weary to cry, and fell
asleep to dream she was at home again.
 Miss Conway never wasted time in anything.
That same afternoon she began her system of educa-
tion, and while Millie stitched away at a long seam,
instructed her in her duties--to be up at six every
morning to help Betty, the servant, till the household
work was done, then to sew till bedtime.
 "It is fortunate you are come with me. A useless,
idle woman you would have become, like your mother.
I remember her of old."
 Millie dropped her work.
 Mamma is not useless or idle," she cried, pas-
sionately.
 She is, and has always been both. Ornamental,
but not more useful than a flower."
 "You shan't abuse mamma; it is wicked of you.
You only hate her because she's better and prettier
than you," cried Millie, in breathless passion.
 "Impertinent, daring girl! Take your work to
your own room, and finish it; till you beg my pardon,
stay there."
 "I shall be very glad to."
 "Then stay here, Millicent. I mean it as a
punishment."
 Millie sat sullenly down again, and went on with
her work.
 Nearly an hour passed before either spoke, then
Millie said, timidly-
 "Aunt Millicent, I beg your pardon for what I
said. I did not mean to be so rude."
 "I am glad you acknowledge your fault. Please
to think before you speak, another time."