The Return from the Party. 45

 "Now, stop a minute, Miss Edith," said
Arnold, and don't flurry yourself so. You're
always in such a fluster, you are. Here, wait
till I have put this cloak round you, and lift
you in proper like;" and he proceeded
leisurely to wrap up his young charge, who
fidgeted about in no mood for his attentions."
 "That'll do, Arnold, I shan't take cold, let
me get in; here, Grace, hold out your hand
and pull me up."
 "There you go again, Miss Edith. Now
see how you've torn that cloak with your
impatience. But lor', you young ladies must
always do your own way; it's no use me
a-speaking and telling what's for your good,
you won't believe me. If you had a-minded
what I said, you'd not have had that acci-
dent."
 Oh, I'm so tired Mary can mend it to-
morrow. I'm sure it doesn't much matter
about the old carriage cloak; one tear more
doesn't make much difference."
 "Ah! my dear, you shouldn't talk so;
there's no saying but what some day you
might be glad enough of such a cloak, and
then, may be, you'll think of Arnold."
 Well, I dare say I shall think of you pretty
often without that, you know. Although