s from sin. He does not save men in sin,
but from sin: not only from penalty,--from sin. Christ is not dead, but
alive. And sin is not a painted plaything, but a deadly poison. God
forgive them who speak lightly of it!"

I do not know what Miss Newton said to this, for at that minute I caught
sight of Hatty in a corner, alone, and seized my opportunity at once.
Threading my way with some difficulty among bewigged and belaced
gentlemen, and ladies with long trains and fluttering fans, I reached my
sister, and sat down by her.

"Hatty," said I, "I hardly ever get a word with you. How long do you
stay with the Crosslands?"

"I do not know, Cary," she answered, looking down, and playing with her
fan.

"Do you know that you look very far from well?"

"There are mirrors in Charles Street," she replied, with a slight curl
of her lip.

"Hatty, are those people kind to you?" I said, thinking I had better,
like Annas, take the bull by the horns.

"I suppose so. They mean to be. Let it alone, Cary; you are not old
enough to interfere--hardly to understand."

"I am only eighteen months younger than you," said I. "I do not wish to
interfere, Hatty; but I do want to understand. Surely your own sister
may be concerned if she see you looking ill and unhappy."

"Do I look so, Cary?"

I thought, from the tone, that Hatty was giving way a little.

"You look both," I said. "I wish you would come here."

"Do you wish it, Cary?" The tone now was very unlike Hatty.

"Indeed I do, Hatty," said I, warmly. "I don't half believe in those
people in Charles Street; and as to Amelia and Charlotte, I doubt if
either of them would see anything, look how you might."

"Oh, Charlotte is not to blame; thoughtlessness is her worst fault,"
said Hatty, still playing with her fan.

"And somebody is to blame? Is it Amelia?"

"I did not say so," was the answer.

"No," I said, feeling disappointed; "I cannot get you to say anything.
Hatty, I do wish you would trust me. Nobody here loves you except me."

"You did not love me much once, Cary."

"Oh, I get vexed when you tease me, that is all," said I. "But I want
you to look happier, Hatty, dear."

"I should not tease you much now, Cary."

I looked up, and saw that Hatty's eyes were full of tears.

"Do come here, Hatty!" I said, earnestly.

"Grandmamma has not asked me," she replied.

"Then I will beg her to ask you. I think she will. She said the other
day that yo