ment in those days. Cocksmoor gave the stimulus, and made
Ethel what she is. Look there--over the mantelpiece, are the designs for
the painted glass, all gifts, except the east window. That one of St.
Andrew introducing the lad with the loaves and fishes is Ethel's window.
It is the produce of the hoard she began this time seven years, when
she had but one sovereign in the world. She kept steadily on with it,
spending nothing on herself that she could avoid, always intending it
for the church, and it was just enough to pay for this window."

"Most suitable," said Mrs. Arnott.

"Yes; Mr. Wilmot and I persuaded her into it; but I do not think she
would have allowed it, if she had seen the application we made of
it--the gift of her girlhood blessed and extended. Dear King Etheldred,
it is the only time I ever cheated her."

"This is a beautiful east window. And this little one--St. Margaret I
see."

"Ah! papa would not be denied choosing that for his subject. We
reproached him with legendary saints, and overwhelmed him with
antiquarianism, to show that the Margaret of the dragon was not the
Margaret of the daisy; but he would have it; and said we might thank him
for not setting his heart on St. Etheldreda."

"This one?"

"That is mine," said Margaret, very low; and her aunt abstained from
remark, though unable to look, without tears, at the ship of the
Apostles, the calming of the storm, and the scroll, with the verse:

He bringeth them unto the haven where they would be.

Beneath were the initials, "A. H. E.," and the date of the year, the
only memorials of the founder.

Margaret next drew attention to St. Andrew with his cross--Meta's gift.
"And, besides," she said, "George Rivers made us a beautiful present,
which Meta hunted up. Old Mr. Rivers, knowing no better, once bought all
the beautiful carved fittings of a chapel in France, meaning to fit up
a library with them; but, happily, he never did, and a happy notion came
into Meta's head, so she found them out, and Dr. Spencer has adapted
them, and set them all to rights; and they are most exquisite. You never
saw such foliage."

Thus Margaret proceeded with the description of everything in the
church, and all the little adventures of the building, as if she could
not turn away from the subject; and her aunt listened and wondered, and,
when called away, that Margaret might rest before nurse came to dress
her, she expressed her wonder to Meta.