s and hair that could be called golden, and very full of life and
drollery, so that she was a treat to both; and when the housemaid, whose
charge she was, insisted on her coming to bed, they begged to superintend
her evening toilet, and would have played antics with her in her crib
half the night if they had not been inexorably chased away.

Then they sat down on low stools in the balcony, among the flowers, in
convenient proximity for the caresses they had not yet outgrown, and had
what they called 'a sweet talk.'

Constance had been much impressed with the beauty of the embroidery, and
thought it must be delightful to do such things.

'Yes, for the forewoman,' said Rose, 'but there's plenty of dull work;
the same over and over again, and one little stitch ever so small gone
amiss throws all wrong. Miss Grey told us to recollect it was just like
our lives!'

'That's nice!' said Constance. 'And it is for the Church and Almighty
God's service?'

'Some of it,' said Rose, 'but there's a good deal only for dresses, and
furniture, and screens.'

'Don't you feel like Sunday when you are doing altar-cloths and stools?'
asked Constance reverently.

'I wish I did,' said Rose; 'but I don't do much of that kind yet, and one
can't keep up the being serious over it always, you know. Indeed, Miss
Grey does not wish us to be dull; she reads to us when there is time, and
explains the symbols that have to be done; but part of the time it is an
amusing book, and she says she does not mind cheerful talk, only she
trusts us not to have gossip she would not like to hear.'

'I wonder,' said Constance, 'whether I should have come with you if all
this had not happened? It must be very nice.'

'But your school is nice?'

'Oh yes. I do love study, and those Saturdays and Sundays at Northmoor,
they are delicious! Uncle Frank reads with me about religion, you know.'

'Like our dear Bible class?'

'Yes; I never understood or felt anything before; he puts it so as it
comes home,' said Constance, striving to express herself. 'Then I have a
dear little class at the Sunday school.'

'I am to have one, by and by.'

'Mine are sweet little things, and I work for them on Saturdays, while
Aunt Mary reads to me. I do like teaching--and, do you know, Rose, I
think I shall be a High School teacher!'

'Oh, Conny, I thought you were all so rich and grand!'

'No, we are not,' said Constance lazily; 'we have nothing but what Uncle
Frank