utiful horse; but I want to have the kid now, please,
Sweet Honey.'

'Nurse does not know anything about it,' said Honora, much annoyed that
such an idea should have been suggested in such a manner. 'I thought my
little Owen wished for better things--I thought he was to be like his
papa, and try to be a good shepherd, praising God and helping people to
do right.'

'But can't I wear a red coat too?' said Owen, wistfully.

'No, my dear; clergymen don't go out hunting; or how could they teach the
poor little children?'

'Then I won't be a clergyman.'

This was an inconvenient and most undesirable turn; but Honor's first
object must be to put the right of heirship out of the little head, and
she at once began--'Nurse must have made a mistake, my dear; this place
is your home, and will be always so, I hope, while it is mine, but it
must not be your own, and you must not think it will. My little boy must
work for himself and other people, and that's better than having houses
and lands given to him.'

Those words touched the pride in Lucilla's composition, and she
exclaimed--'I'll work too;' but the self-consequence of proprietorship
had affected her brother more strongly, and he repeated, meditatively,
'Jones said, not mine while she was alive. Jones was cross.'

There might not be much in the words, child as he was, but there was
something in his manner of eyeing her which gave her acute unbearable
pain--a look as if she stood in his way and crossed his importance. It
was but a baby fit of temper, but she was in no frame to regard it
calmly, and with an alteration of countenance that went to his heart, she
exclaimed--'Can that be my little Owen, talking as if he wanted his
Cousin Honor dead and out of the way? We had better never have come here
if you are to leave off loving me.'

Quick to be infected by emotion, the child's arms were at once round her
neck, and he was sobbing out that he loved his Sweet Honey better than
anything; nurse was naughty; Jones was naughty; he wouldn't hunt, he
wouldn't wear a red coat, he would teach little children just like lambs,
he would be like dear papa; anything the poor little fellow could think
of he poured out with kisses and entreaties to know if he were naughty
still; while his sister, after her usual fashion on such occasions, began
to race up and down the room with paroxysms, sometimes of stamping,
sometimes of something like laughter.

Some minutes passed before Ho