206 tum of the young girl’s highest hopes that had to wear themselves out in empty longings, the invalid’s scanty exchequer only sufficing for doctor's bills and similar luxuries. They had lived in the old house now for many a twelvemonth, along with several other broken- down lodgers whose slender means compelled them to call this place “ home” — this place where never a bit of sunshine seemed to come; where even the birds hated to stop for a song as they flew merrily over the treetops. And no wonder. ‘The trees were scragey, loppy old things hanging down in dis- mal sweep over the leaky roof and damp walls. They had to stay, and the lodgers, but the birds and the sunshine tossed off.the whole responsibility of life in such a gloomy old home, and flitted to gayer quarters. But now, what if Heart’s Delight could really be theirs ! ‘ “ Yer goin’ ter tell ’em how to paint dem tings yer daub?” broke in Viny, and snapping off this delight- ful thought. “You shouldn’t speak so, child,” said Caryl with the greatest dignity; “it’s very fine work, and you couldn’t possibly understand it. It’s art, Viny.” “Ho, ho!” laughed the small black figure, nowise impressed, and cramming her stumpy fingers up to her mouth to keep the laugh in as she saw her young mistress’ displeasure. “ It’s an awful old dirty muss, an’ I wish I could do it,” she added under her breath. “And I shall begin to-morrow, ” declared Caryl with still greater dignity, and drawing herself to her full height. ‘ Aunt Sylvia says she’ll try you. Now you'll be good, won’t you?” she added anxiously. “It’s only for two hours a day, Viny.” “Tl be good,” declared Viny, “’strue’s I live an’ breeve.” Meanwhile the darkest of plans ran riot in her little black head. “ Heart’s Delight — Heart’s Delight!” sang Caryl’s happy voice all that day; and like St. Patrick’s poor imprisoned snake, she began to feel that to-morrow would never come. But hours come and go, and -Caryl awoke the next morning, the brightest, cheeriest morning that ever called a happy girl out of bed. “Aunt Sylvia won’t have many more days in that dark little room of hers, ” she cried to herself, throw- ing on her clothes rapidly. “ O, dear, where ave the pins? I can’t bear to wait a minute any more than Viny, when I think of that dear lovely nest, and the CARYL’S PLUM. bay-window, and all that sunshine. I'll always have it full of flowers, and the bird shall sing all the time, and —and—and ”— The rest was lost in a dash of cold water over the rosy face, and Caryl soon presented herself at her aunt’s bedside. “Tl do well enough while you are gone,” said her aunt, smiling up from the pillows into the bright - face above hers. ‘“ Now you’re not to worry about me in the least, for you cannot do justice to yourself if your mind is troubled. Remember, Caryl, and be thorough in your efforts to teach your little pupils. ” “And Madam Grant is going to buy some of my panels and little plaques, I almost know,” cried Caryl, bustling around for her aunt’s long woollen wrapper and her day slippers, ‘‘for she told me she should want to see them some time. Then auntie— oh, then!” : The young girl in her eagerness climbed upon the old bed to lay her fresh young cheek against the pale. thin one. How she longed to put brightness into the poor invalid’s life! “ Remember, ” said aunt Sylvia lightly, to hiae the tears in her voice, “‘ your fortune’s to be made. Only be prompt and thorough, and put your whole mind to your work. That is the secret of success.” “TJ will, auntie, oh, I w2i7/” cried Caryl happily, “and Viny will do well, I guess,” she added, the gleeful tones dropping down with an anxious note. “Viny will prove a capital little nurse, I expect,” said Miss Sylvia cheerfully; “now the day won’t wait, Caryl, so get your old auntie up.” “My old auntie is just /ovely,” cried the girl, hopping off from the bed, and flying around merrily, well pleased at last when the invalid was in her chair, to see a little faint, pink color stealing up the wan cheek. “The best cap, aunt Sylvia—the best cap!” she cried, running for the one with the fresh lavender ribbons. “What an extravagant puss exclaimed aunt Sylvia, willing to humor the gay little heart, and tapping her cheek as the young girl settled the cap on the lovely gray hair. “ Everything must be best to-day,” cried Caryl recklessly. “It’s all fresh and new and fine! All the world is made just for us.” Maum Patty saw Caryl run down the dirty little brick path that served for all the lodgers in the old house as a walk to the broken-down gate, with her $9?