Y PAUL.

As much of the time of the young Berringtons was likely to be taken up
by their newly-arrived cousins, it was arranged that they and Mr
Hayward should make holiday. As soon, therefore, as Mary and Janet had
finished their household duties they invited their cousins to take a
walk round the gardens, which they had not yet seen, and along the bank
of the river.

"We can show you some pretty views," said Mary.

"You shall see all our pets," added Janet.

"Pray take your sunshades, girls," murmured Mrs Berrington, who had
just come out of her room. "Without them you will spoil your
complexions to a certainty, and perhaps suffer from a _coup-de-soleil_.
You do not let your daughters go out without them?" she added, turning
to her sister-in-law.

"We never think of such a thing," answered Mrs Hugh; "our hats are
lined with pith, and broad-brimmed, and we do not mind a few freckles."

The young ladies, acting on their mother's suggestion, took their
sunshades, which, it must be confessed, were not altogether useless,
although their cousins did very well without them.

They had got a short distance from the house, when Evelina uttered a
scream and pointed to a large animal with a long tail, pointed nose, and
short arms, which came hopping along at a great rate towards them.

"Oh! what's that monster?" she exclaimed. "How can we get out of its
way?"

"That's only our tame kangaroo, Jumper," answered Janet, laughing. "He
is a great pet; he has been out with Sandy all the morning, and is now
coming to pay his respects to us."

The kangaroo, which was upwards of five feet high, came bounding along,
moving himself by the wonderful muscular power of his long hind-legs,
though he had in addition to carry his tail, which he lifted off the
ground when moving; this tail, however, assisted him to rest when he
reached his young mistresses and waited to receive the piece of bread
they had brought to give him. Close behind came an animal on four legs.

"Oh! here comes another horrid creature," cried Adela. "A wolf! a
wolf!"

"No; we have no wolves here. That is our kangaroo dog Bruce. He and
Jumper are great friends, though he would run down, and kill any of
Jumper's relatives without the slightest remorse. Here, Bruce, Bruce."

A magnificent dog, a mixture of a Saint Bernard and greyhound, came up
and licked Mary's and Janet's hand, and attempted to treat their cousins
in the same way. The young ladies, no