face and head are singularly pretty.

"'That's why daddy says I must think of all the ill ones, because Nurse
and he think so much about me.'

"'Very well. I shall be sure and send for you directly there is
anything the matter. I fancy you would do me more good than a doctor.
And I've a sister coming, before long, and she will want companions.
You will have to come to tea.'

"'Is she as old as I am?'

"'A little older, I think.'

"'I'll come if daddy will let me; but Nurse must come too.'

"'By all means, and if you have any little brothers or sisters----'

"'I have not any. There's only me,' interposed Kitty, shaking her head.

"'I wonder what her name is?'

"'My sister's, do you mean? Sally. Rather a nice name, isn't it?'

"Evidently Kitty did not like it much, for she said she must be going;
and went on her way, kissing her hand graciously, so I took off my hat
and waved it.

"From Mrs. Macdonald I gather that my first visitor is Mr. Curzon's
only child. He is a widower, it seems, and Kitty is the cause of his
holding a country living. By my landlady's account he is simply
wrapped up in her. I have been the round of the village to-day, making
acquaintance with one and another as occasion offered. As I
conjectured there seems plenty to be done; and it must be some months
before I can stir hand or foot, before I can get things even into my
own hands--not that the people here realize this in the very least.
Indeed they are intellectually dead; they seem to possess no ambition
of any sort.

"I went into the parish church on my way home. It is an interesting
one, built about the end of the thirteenth century, with a magnificent
tower that one can see for miles round. I found a great many monuments
to the Lessings--a very virtuous lot, if their memorial tablets are to
be trusted. The church has been carefully restored--quite recently, I
fancy, by the look of it. Then I went into the churchyard, where a
newly-filled-in grave showed me where my poor godfather had been laid.
The sacristan, a very old, infirm man was putting it tidy; and to my
astonishment I saw a low vase of white flowers placed in the very
centre of the grave.

"'I suppose I am not mistaken,' I said. 'This must be Major Lessing's
grave?'

"'Yes, sir.'

"'And who put the flowers?'

"'Miss Kitty, the little maid at the rectory. She said she'd thought
he'd be lonely without any;' and the sacristan straightened his back
with