black and white, red and
grey, who are the inhabitants thereof."

Agnes was glad to meet Mr. Harrington, of whom she had often heard her
uncle speak in terms of great admiration, as an accomplished gentleman
and a Christian; and one who used the large property he had inherited in
deeds of benevolence and usefulness. They had been for some time in
conversation about the friends at Brook Farm, from whom the two
gentlemen had lately parted, when little Rosa returned.

Rosa found that her older sisters and Mrs. Danby had gone out for a
walk; so it was a very easy matter to get some dry clothes for Bella,
and bring her safe home before her mother heard of the accident. What
was the surprise of the Misses Fairland, as, in coming down the street,
they saw Agnes returning, accompanied by one of the handsome strangers
whose acquaintance they had been "dying" to make; while the other
followed, carrying little Bella Danby in his arms. A few words sufficed
to tell the story of the accident, and to introduce the strangers, who,
with the utmost cordiality, were urged to come in; an invitation which
was unhesitatingly accepted by Mr. Harrington, and rather reluctantly by
Mr. Tom Wharton. Mrs. Danby, pale and agitated, took her little darling
in her arms, and hurried to her own room, there to administer certain
restoratives, and, much against the young lady's will, to place her
again in bed.

Mr. Harrington, having now gained the _entree_ to Mr. Fairland's house,
seemed inclined to be a frequent visitor, much to the gratification of
the ladies Calista and Evelina, who laid siege to him right and left. If
my reader possessed the key to Mr. Harrington's real object in coming to
Wilston, perhaps he would be as much amused as the gentleman himself at
the efforts, so exceedingly apparent, to gain for one of them possession
of his hand and fortune; for that Mr. Harrington was wealthy, they were
well assured. They each kept out a _hook_, too, for Mr. Tom Wharton, in
case the other was successful in taking the more valuable prey; but the
bait was by no means tempting to Mr. Tom, who darted off, leaving his
friend, unsupported and alone, to resist the attacks of these practised,
but hitherto unsuccessful anglers.

"Well, Harrington," said Mr. Tom Wharton to his friend one day, "since
your object in bringing me down here with you is accomplished, I must
now leave you to your fate. What that may be, in the midst of attacks
from spirits by ni