Jane might hear me. "O ye Showers and Dew, bless ye the Lord: praise him, and magnify him for ever."
Her dreamy blue eyes peered over the edge of the book, the daisies on her hat nodded; she smiled; I smiled ecstatically back at her; and so two childish hearts stemmed the flood of praise that rose above the old grey pillars.
At dinner, over his bread pudding, The Seraph murmured in a throaty voice—"When you is in love, first you burns yike a furnace, an' en you shwivel up wiv the cold. It's a vewy bad fing to be in love."
I threw Angel a bitter look. This was his doing. So, contemptuously, had he treated my confidence, made as man to man. To tell the irresponsible Seraph of all people!
"What's that, Alexander?" questioned Mrs. Handsomebody, sharply.
"It's love," replied The Seraph, meekly, "you catch it off a girl. John's got it."
Mrs. Handsomebody sank back in her chair with a groan.
"Alexander," she said it solemnly, "I tremble for your future. You are not the boy your father was. I tremble for you."
"John," she continued, turning to me, "you will come into the parlour with me. I wish to have a talk with you. David and Alexander, you may
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