ent off as light as
a feather. Being nice and clean, and his afternoon's work spoiled, he
could not resist the temptation; he went to "Woodbine Villa." He found
Miss Carden at home, and she looked quietly pleased at his unexpected
arrival: but Jael's color came and went, and her tranquil bosom rose and
fell slowly, but grandly, for a minute, as she lowered her head over her
work.

This was a heavenly change to Henry Little. Away from the deafening
workshop, and the mean jealousies and brutality of his inferiors, who
despised him, to the presence of a beautiful and refined girl, who was
his superior, yet did not despise him. From sin to purity, from din to
cleanliness, from war to peace, from vilest passions to Paradise.

Her smile had never appeared so fascinating, her manner never so polite
yet placid. How softly and comfortably she and her ample dress nestled
into the corner of the sofa and fitted it! How white her nimble hand!
how bright her delicious face! How he longed to kiss her exquisite
hand, or her little foot, or her hem, or the ground she walked on, or
something she had touched, or her eye had dwelt on.

But he must not even think too much of such delights, lest he should
show his heart too soon. So, after a short lesson, he proposed to go
into the lumber-room and find something to work upon. "Yes, do," said
Grace. "I would go too; but no; it was my palace of delight for years,
and its treasures inexhaustible. I will not go to be robbed of one more
illusion, it is just possible I might find it really is what the profane
in this house call it--a lumber-room--and not what memory paints it,
a temple of divine curiosities." And so she sent them off, and she set
herself to feel old--"oh, so old!"

And presently Henry came back, laden with a great wooden bust of Erin,
that had been the figure-head of a wrecked schooner; and set it down,
and told her he should carve that into a likeness of herself, and she
must do her share of the work.

Straightway she forgot she was worn out; and clapped her hands, and her
eyes sparkled. And the floor was prepared, and Henry went to work like
one inspired, and the chips flew in every direction, and the paint was
chiseled away in no time, and the wood proved soft and kindly, and
just the color of a delicate skin, and Henry said, "The Greek Statues,
begging their pardons, have all got hair like mops; but this shall have
real hair, like your own: and the silk dress, with the gl