dejeuner a la fourchette to everybody. Next time I go to St.
Martin's Street, Mrs. Turner is going to give me a receipt for making
blanc-manger with some cheap stuff which looks quite as well as
isinglass. It is made on chemical principles, she says, for she
heard it all explained at the Mechanics' Institute. And Aunt Anne
will be sure to bring us some of their grand fruit from Merton Hall.
What a set-out it will be! The old Vicarage will not know itself;
how delightful it will be!'

'So you think the happiness of the Consecration day depends upon the
party and the luncheon,' said Helen.

'No, no, of course I do not,' said Katherine; 'but we must think
about that too, or we should not do what is proper.'

'Someone must,' said Helen, 'but it is happy for us that we are not
called upon to do so yet.'

'Why, we must help Mamma,' said Katherine; 'I am sure that is our
duty.'

'Certainly,' said Helen; 'but we need not dwell upon such thoughts
for our own pleasure.'

'No, I do not, I am sure,' said Katherine; 'I do not care about the
grand dejeuner, I am sure I think a great deal more about the Church
and the Bishop--I wonder whether he will come by the railroad.'

At this moment, the door was thrown back hastily, and Elizabeth, the
elder sister of Katherine and Helen, darted in, looking full of