TOBOGGINING.

We are in love's land to-day.
Where shall we go?
Love, shall we start or stay?
Or sail--or row?
--Swinburne.


Bluebell thought that now Mrs. Rolleston had detected her secret, there
was no necessity to keep it from Cecil. They were in the habit of sitting
awhile, talking over their bed-room fire at night; and, though, of late,
they had scarcely been so intimate, the practice had not been
discontinued. So that evening she resolved to approach the subject with
Cecil. No doubt she would stand her friend, and be, as ever, generous and
sympathetic.

But, at the first outset, no icicle could be brighter and colder than
Miss Rolleston's manner, who kept her communication at arm's-length, as
it were, and refused to see any hardship in paying a filial visit for a
week or two.

"My dear Bluebell, you are really too childish. One would think it was to
be an eternal separation."

"It is evident you will not miss me much," said poor Bluebell, wounded,
and thankful she had not committed herself further.

"I should if Bertie were not here," answered Cecil, with heartless
intention. "But I really think this is the best time for you to be away,