rry, werry tight hold o' my hand, and then, perhaps, I shall
stand a chance of getting into heaven too."

End of Volume One.

Volume 2, Chapter I.

LOVE MINOR.

Little Polly wiped her eyes after her happy thoughts; for the shower had
passed, and the gleam of sunshine augmented till her face grew dimpled,
and she went on stitching busily. It was very evident that she had some
consolation--some pleasant unguent for the irritation caused by Aunt
Lloyd; for at the end of half an hour she was singing away at some old
Welsh ditty, in a sweet, bird-like voice, filling up, when she forgot
the words, with a melodious little hum, which was only checked on the
appearance of her tyrant, that lady mating occasional incursions.
Sometimes Aunt Lloyd required table linen; then she came to unlock the
press where the dessert was laid out, and hand it to the footman,
counting the fruit on the dishes as she did so.

"Now, Robert, what are you looking at there?" she said, sharply, as she
caught the man's eyes straying in the direction of Polly. "Mind your
work, if you please."

Polly did not get snubbed, for she had been bending diligently over her
stitching, which, as soon as the tray of dessert had gone, came in for a
close inspection; but, as it was very neatly done, there was no
complaint.

"Hold out your hands, child," said Mrs Lloyd, suddenly; and she
examined the finger roughened by the hard material and contact with the
needle. "Ah, that stuffs too stiff; it shall be washed first. Mend
those."

The linen was doubled up, put away, and some soft material placed in the
girl's hands, over which she had been diligently at work one hour, when
Mrs Lloyd returned for coffee from her stores, with which she again
departed, muttering about "Such a set to bring down!" and Polly's
musical little voice began once more.

Let's see: the dictionary says that an enchanter is one who calls down
by chanting or singing--one who practises sorcery by song. Polly, then,
must have been an enchantress, for her little ditty about the love of
some deserted maid had the effect of bringing cousin Humphrey Lloyd
through the shrubbery to the open window of the housekeeper's room; and
just in the midst of one of the sweetest of the little trills there was
a rustle amongst the laurels, and a deep voice whispered "Polly!"

"Oh, my!" ejaculated Polly, dropping her work, and starting farther from
the window. "What will aunt say?"

Now, her instruct