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sure? Why, they seem to have hardly any stay bovvering there till it's quite dark. clothes."

People you don't want are always every“ Sure the little coat of one of them's where.” there in the water too," said Matty. “It's “And taking one to school, and asking about drowndin' himself dead he was one the dates of the kings and queens and raichin' after the hat, so I got him out of it, things," came in a grumbling mumble, for and we loaned him th' ould sack while it Aylmer's mouth was still full. “I wish would be dryin'; but it's fell in again.” they'd all died the same time, and I wish Matty had no wish to deceive; but her plaguy old aunts would go and see somelanguage was ambiguous, and it conveyed body else.” to her hearer the impression that she had “Well, I'm sorry you both think so rescued the child from a watery grave. badly of aunts," said the girl. “ For I She was astonished when this beautiful believe I am your Aunt Amy—but I don't young lady, “ And herself a Saint," said, know any dates myself." “ Then you are a very good little girl, and “Nor seven times twice times ?" said I am very much obliged to you indeed.” Aylmer. It seemed to her that since she was in “Not without adding up," she said. such favor she might perhaps venture “ She's nobody's aunt,” Aylmer said to to put in a word about the potatoes so Mac, in a very loud whisper, “ you needn't often bespoken in vain. But just as she believe it. She might be Saint Brigid, was beginning, “If you please, Miss for they said she had white clothes ; but Saint Brigid, ma'am," Saint Brigid ran on she's no more like an aunt than I am." to speak to the little boys.

“Well, you needn't bellow at the top of Mac, when he saw her approaching, your voice—she'll hear you," Mac said, kicked Aylmer and said: “It's just a girl giving him an indignant shove, which all dressed up; we needn't mind about Aylmer returned. Their aunt did hear being savages to her.” But Aylmer had and see, and, to change the subject, said : too many chocolate-drops in his mouth to I hope you offered those little girls have room for any words.

something." “So you found the hamper, I see,” the “ They're wanting potatoes,” said Mac. girl said, which seemed to Mac such an “Because they and their mother haven't obvious remark that he ignored it, and had anything this long while except potreplied: “You're quite welcome to some scrapings of yella malcthat's what she of these biscuits. I think the white ones called it—and it can't be very nice. But are the best.”

they wouldn't take our things-only a few “I thought you'd like them,” she said. biscuits.” “I hope the grapes aren't crushed. I “And they do look half starved, poor brought the biggest bunch I could find.” children!” said she. “But, by the way,

“Did Saint Brigid send you ?" said Mac. which of you was it who got so nearly

“Saint Brigid ? Oh no—what do you drowned ? That was dreadful, and you mean?”

ought really to come home and change “ If she didn't, I don't see how you your things.” could be thinking anything about it,"said “We wasn't either of ourselves nearly Mac. “I ordered our dinners up there at her drowned, only our hats," said Mac. “ Peowell, because we hadn't caught anything ple shouldn't exaggelate about nothing at yet except bites, and we can't go back to all.” the house until it's ever so late in the “Oh, they've been telling tales, have evening. And I ordered chicken and they ?" Aylmer said, frowning in puckers mashed potatoes, but I s'pose she forgot all over his dirty round face. “Then it, and I wish she hadn't, for I'm pretty they may do without any of my joggolates hungry, and we have to be staying here.” that I ordered myself. Now I won't keep

“Why?” said the girl, looking much a single one for them.” surprised.

“Pig!" said Mac. “Because of a nasty aunt that's coming The girl in white gathered up some this afternoon,” said Mac. “So we went slices of plum-cake, and ran off with them away to live wild like savages till she's after Matty and Rosy, who had gone to gone. But I dare say the old pest will untether the goat. She had scarcely

reached them when she heard shrill voices that she felt quite abashed, and they talked arising behind her, and she looked round so strangely about savages and Saint Brithinking that the menaced hostilities had gid that she almost thought they must be broken out. But she saw that two tall, demented. Mac especially, being hungry black-looking policemen had arrived, and and fractious, stamped furiously in a pudthat one of them was talking to the little dle when requested to put on his boots ragged boys. Mac seemed to be answer- and stockings, and declared that he wasn't ing him with fluent defiance; but Aylmer going to be ordered about by people who suddenly jumped up, and, fleeing towards came bothering and pretending they were her, still clutching his box of chocolate, everybody's aunts. His good humor was grasped her skirts with a hand which left not restored until he had been invited its mark, and began to roar. The police- thoroughly to inspect Lambert May's man, following him, said : “ Beg pardon, highly polished roadster, and even to sit Miss, but did you know them children on the saddle and see how entirely out of was making free with your hamper of reach the pedals were. By the time that sweets ?"

she had helped him to lace his boots, it is “ They're my nephews,” she said, and true, he had begun to take a more tolerant Aylmer made no attempt to repudiate the view of his aunt's character. Yet when connection. So the policeman withdrew, he said good-by to her at the gate, he apologetic and rather scandalized. “That gave her a bit of presumably mortifying was a quare start,” he said to his comrade intelligence. as they walked away. “ A one of them “The man with the bicycle thinks you was eatin' that rapacious I thought he was are very horrid,” he said. starvin', and I come as near as anythin' “How do you know ?" she asked. takin' him in charge. They hadn't the “Because,” said Mac, “when he was look of belongin' to anybody respectable.” showing it to me, I asked him if he

The constables were hardly out of sight thought you were his aunt, and he said : when there appeared on the scene Lam- “Oh, no, indeed, she's not my aunt, thank bert May, bringing with him the Doctor, goodness !!' But next time I see him I'll and several men with ropes and poles, and tell him you aren't as nasty as most aunts, Father Daly, and quite a crowd of chil- unless," Mac continued, interrogatively, dren and women, some of whom had al- “you maybe aren't one at all, and only ready begun to say that the poor little letting on, the same way that we were crathurs' mother was to be pitied that about the savages?” night, when she heard what had happened There was one person, however, to them. But their Aunt Amy really was to whom the afternoon seemed ending in a be pitied, in a less tragical degree, when sudden blaze of joy. Matty Shanahan she had to explain that nothing had hap- just about that time was rushing homepened to them at all. For she felt ashamed wards through shade and shine at the top of the commotion roused by her false of her speed. Such a pace did she attain alarm, and did not like to think how fool that Rosy McClonissy, following with the ish she must appear to Lambert May. little goat in tow, and daring not be left Altogether it did seem hard that she behind, tugged and panted, and called inshould have given up a garden party, and junctions to stop, and to come on. Matty spoiled her new gown, only to frighten and never heeded. For she was on her way make herself ridiculous, and to be dis- to give her mother the wonderful golden owned with contempt by her relations. sixpenny bit that the lovely young ladyMoreover, her very disreputable-looking some sort of Quality or Saint-had run nephews proceeded to behave so badly after her to put into her hand.

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By thee from whispering Death forever shame
The faltering toiler, may its power be flame
To wither doubt and fear that set at naught
Divinest summons! May thy portrait wrought
By thee in age inspire renewed high aim!
Lo ! by thine art triumphant martyrs kneel,
Or saints and kings the Holy Child adore;
On yonder wall the Emperor Carlos rides,
Yet here thy soul more dauntlessly abides.
Thy powers in waning mightily reveal
Beauty and nobleness unguessed before!

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