the serpent
and turns them out. Solomon was too wise--down comes the Queen of
Sheba, and makes a fool of him. We've been too comfortable at The Glen
Tower--down comes a woman, and sets us all three by the ears together.
All I wonder at is that it hasn't happened before." With those words
Morgan resignedly took out his pipe, put on his old felt hat and turned
to the door.

"You're not going away before she comes?" exclaimed Owen, piteously.
"Don't leave us--please don't leave us!"

"Going!" cried Morgan, with great contempt. "What should I gain by that?
When destiny has found a man out, and heated his gridiron for him, he
has nothing left to do, that I know of, but to get up and sit on it."

I opened my lips to protest against the implied comparison between a
young lady and a hot gridiron, but, before I could speak, Morgan was
gone.

"Well," I said to Owen, "we must make the best of it. We must brush up
our manners, and set the house tidy, and amuse her as well as we can.
The difficulty is where to put her; and, when that is settled, the next
puzzle will be, what to order in to make her comfortable. It's a hard
thing, brother, to say what will or what will not please a young lady's
taste."

Owen looked absently at me, in greater bewilderment than ever--opened
his eyes in perplexed consideration--repeated to himself slowly the word
"tastes"--and then helped me with this suggestion:

"Hadn't we better begin, Griffith, by getting her a plum-cake?"

"My dear Owen," I remonstrated, "it is a grown young woman who is coming
to see us, not a little girl from school."

"Oh!" said Owen, more confused than before. "Yes--I see; we couldn't do
wrong, I suppose--could we?--if we got her a little dog, and a lot of
new gowns."

There was, evidently, no more help in the way of advice to be expected
from Owen than from Morgan himself. As I came to that conclusion, I saw
through the window our old housekeeper on her way, with her basket, to
the kitchen-garden, and left the room to ascertain if she could assist
us.

To my great dismay, the housekeeper took even a more gloomy view
than Morgan of the approaching event. When I had explained all the
circumstances to her, she carefully put down her basket, crossed her
arms, and said to me in slow, deliberate, mysterious tones:

"You want my advice about what's to be done with this young woman? Well,
sir, here's my advice: Don't you trouble your head about her. It won't
be no use.