home. I don't quite think it is a thing to be talked about, unless you knew it.'
"Well, then"—pausing for a moment—"tell me what you do there. Here you read, or have lessons, or otherwise improve your mind, till the middle of the day; take a walk before lunch, go a drive with your aunt after, and have some kind of engagement in the evening. There, now fill up your day at Helstone. Shall you ride, drive, or walk?"
"Walk, decidedly. We have no horse, not even for papa. He walks to the very extremity of his parish. The walks are so beautiful, it would be a shame to drive—almost a shame to ride."
"Shall you garden much? That, I believe, is a proper employment for young ladies in the country."
"I don't know. I am afraid I shan't like such hard work."
"Archery parties—pic-nics—race-balls—hunt-balls?"
"Oh no!" said she, laughing. "Papa's living is very small; and even if we were near such things, I doubt if I should go to them."
"I see, you won't tell me anything. You will only tell me that you are not going to do this and that. Before the vacation ends, I think I shall pay you a call, and see what you really do employ yourself in."
"I hope you will. Then you will see for yourself how beautiful Helstone is. Now I must go. Edith is sitting down to play, and I just know enough of music to turn over the leaves for her; and besides, Aunt Shaw won't like us to talk."
Edith played brilliantly. In the middle of the
