tripping in from school to receive her evening kiss, and to tell over
the events of the day.

"Has Harry come home yet? she may have gone up to the High School to
meet him."

"Yes, missus, massa Harry here a long time."

"Then you had better go and see what keeps her; you will probably meet
her on the way, and if it is not too late you may take the horse and
give her a ride."

"Yes, missus;" and the jet pony, so many shades lighter than his driver,
was soon lost in the distance.

The last faint shadows of the sun had died away, the moon had risen in
all her queenly beauty, and Vingo had not returned; neither had anything
been seen of the Sea-flower since she had left home early in the
afternoon; and now Mrs. Grosvenor really began to feel anxious, as she
stood looking out into the night; for, although the child was accustomed
to stroll about the fields in search of wild flowers, whenever she
liked, she had never before stayed away so long.

"Husband, had you not better go and see what has become of her? I cannot
think what keeps them."

"It is a mystery; but give yourself no uneasiness; I'll be bound the
child has made a safe harbor somewhere. She usually has a
look-out aloft."