from Ottawa. She was inclined to be resentful and petulant, and
found fault with everything, from the delicious hot coffee and
tempting rolls to the generous sunbeam that danced in at the
opposite window, and it increased her anger so that she could
scarcely restrain herself in the presence of her guests.

"You are somewhat uncharitable this morning, my dear," was the only
reproof of Mrs. Verne, while she sought to cover her annoyance in a
marked attention towards the others at the table.

"Indeed, Miss Marguerite; it will be a long time before I shall tell
as many lies for you again. I was really ashamed, for they all knew
that they were broad falsehoods," exclaimed Miss Verne, casting an
angry glance at her sister, who sat between her mother and Mrs.
Lister, looking the very picture of contentment and good nature.

"I am sorry, Eve, that you committed any grievous sins on my
account, for it was a very unnecessary thing to do."

"Unnecessary! Be careful, my dear little Madge, or I will out with
the whole truth; and if I do not bring the blushes to your cheek my
name is not Evelyn Verne."

"Come, come, girls--never mind more talk now," said Mrs. Verne,
rising from her seat, and motioning them to withdraw, at the same
time trying to conceal a look of displeasure that had contracted
into a dark frown.

Mrs. Verne was a woman not to be trifled with. She had a look of one
born to command, and well each member of her family was aware of the