e did
not venture to make any remark.

Rose was waiting for them, sitting crouched discontentedly on
the rocks.

"It's eight o'clock!" -- said she, -- "and I'm as hungry as a
bear!"

"So am I," said Elizabeth springing ashore.

"What have you been doing? -- keeping breakfast waiting this
age?"

"I never saw any thing so delicious in all my life," said
Elizabeth emphatically, before condescending to say what.

"I shall tell Mr. Haye you are beginning a flirtation
already," whispered Miss Cadwallader laughing as they went up
to the house.

But the cheek of the other at that became like a thunder-
cloud. She turned her back upon her cousin and walked from her
to the house, with a step as fine and firm as that of the
Belvidere Apollo and a figure like a young pine tree. Rufus,
who met her at the door, was astounded with a salutation such
as a queen might bestow on a discarded courtier; but by the
time the little lady came to the table she had got back her
usual air.

"Well, how do you like boating before breakfast?" said Mr
Landholm.

"_Very_ much," Elizabeth said.

"I don't like it very much," said he, "for I ought to have
mowed half an acre by this time, instead of being here at my
bread and butter."

"It was not my fault, sir."

"No, no; it's all right, I am glad you went. I should have
taken my breakfast and been off, long ago; but I waited out of
pure civility to you, to see how you did. 'Pon my word, I
think you have gained half a pound of flesh already."

"She looks a great deal better," said Asahel.

Elizabeth laughed a little, but entered into no discussion of
the subject.

After breakfast the trunks arrived and the young ladies were
busy; and two or three days passed quietly in getting wonted.

"Mr. Landholm," said Miss Cadwallader, a few mornings after,
"will you do one thing for me?"

"A great many, Miss Rose," he said, stopping with his hands on
his knees as he was about to leave the table, and looking at
her attentively.

"I want you to send somebody to shew me where the strawberries
are."

"Strawberries! Do you want to go and pick strawberries?"

"To be sure I do. That's what I came here for."

"Strawberries, eh," said Mr. Landholm. "Well, I guess you'll
have to wait a little. There aint a soul that can go with you
this morning. Besides, I don't believe there are any ripe
yet."

"O yes there are, papa!" said Asahel.

"I guess Bright Spot's full of them," said Mrs. Landhol