ands, she dared not join them.

It was only when a parish meeting called the young vicar away that
Mattie bethought herself of the Challoners.

Poor Mattie! Low spirits were not much in her line. She had never
thought enough of herself to indulge in the luxury of wounded
susceptibility,--the atmosphere that surrounded her had been too rough
and bracing for that; but nevertheless this afternoon she longed to
indulge in a good cry. Happily, however, before the first tear had
begun to redden her eyelids--indeed, she hardly got her mouth into the
proper pucker--a vigorous pull at the bell warned her of an impending
visitor, and immediately afterwards Sir Harry marched into the room,
looking ruddier than ever with the cold air and exercise, his warm
coloring kindling a glow in the room.

His heavy footsteps shook the old flooring of the vicarage; but as he
greeted Mattie he looked round him, as though somewhat surprised to
find her alone.

"How do you do, Miss Mattie? Why, what have you done with your
sister?" he asked, in rather a disappointed tone. "I came to have a
chat with you both."

Another little sting for Mattie: he had only come to see Grace.

"She has gone out with Archie," she returned, in a subdued voice. "He
is showing her the church and the schools."

"I was up at the Friary just now," he said, carelessly, "and they were
all talking about your sister, praising her up to the skies. What an
odd capacity women have for falling in love with each other at first
sight! Phillis especially seemed very far gone. So I told them I would
just come and have a good look at this paragon: one cannot judge of a
person in a hat and veil."

"I am sure you will like Grace," replied Mattie, reviving a little at
the idea of her sister's perfections. "She is not pretty, exactly,
though Archie and I think her so; but she is so nice and clever. Oh,
you should hear those two talk! it is perfectly wonderful to listen to
them!"

"It strikes me you are a little left out in the cold, aren't you, Miss
Mattie?" asked Sir Harry, with one of his shrewd good-humored looks.
"Why did you not go out with them?"

"Oh, Archie never wants me when he has Grace," answered Mattie, with a
sudden pang at the truthfulness of this speech. "They have always been
so much to each other, those two."

"He would want you fast enough if Miss Grace--is that not her
name?--were to marry and leave him to shift for himself," was the
somewhat matter-of-f