ot MADGE’S MISTAKE.

aunt says, perhaps it will be a lesson’ for
you.”

Of course Aunt and Miss Montgomery
agree with Mother, who, after drawing me
down and kissing me, says: ’

“Now, run away, dear, for Miss Mont-
gomery has kindly promised to read to me for
an hour before dinner.”

I crossover to theside-table first,and hastily
count the roses—four red and three tea—
and, saying this over and over to myself as I
retrace my steps, 1 open the door and van-
ish.

I am bound for the garden now, for an
interview with Williams, but this does not
give me much anxiety, for I know just how
to manage him. ‘The one I do dread is with
Simmons, our coachman, for he rules us all,
from Father downwards, witha rod of iron, and
evidently looks upon it as a great indulgence
on his part to allow us to have the carriage
out at all sometimes. With the pony car-
riage it is a different matter, for he doesn’t
trouble to prepare it himself, and of course we