store of chatter about her discoveries.

The pony-carriage was brought round in due time, but just then
another vehicle of the same kind, only prettier and with two ponies,
was seen at the gate, too late for the barbarian instinct of rushing
away to hide from morning visitors to be carried out, before Lady
Merrifield and a daughter, were up the slope and on the levelled road
before the verandah.

"I think this is an old acquaintance," said Lady Merrifield as she
shook hands, "though perhaps Mysie is grown out of remembrance."

"Oh, yes," said an honest open-faced maiden, eagerly putting out her
hand. "Don't you remember, Miss Prescott, our all staying at Castle
Towers? I came with Phyllis Devereux, and she and I took poor Betty
Bernard out after blackberries, and she thought it was a mad bull
when it was a railway whistle, and ran into a cow-pond, and Cousin
Rotherwood came and Captain Grantley and got her out."

Magdalen was smiling and nodding recollection, and added, "It was
really one of the boys."

"Oh, yes."


"I thought it was a crazy bull
Firing a blunderbuss--"


She paused for recollection, and Magdalen went on -