Salome

edical man in the full swing of practice in a place like Roxburgh are urgent and cannot be put aside. He came in to dinner at half-past seven, and t

had left the room

nyhow, Anna. Can you look for lodgings for them to-morrow? I th

ing to bring Emily and the children here,

hem on a little. The boys could go to the college, and the girls get advantages which will fit

I never could get on with Salome and Ada. I am sure I hated being a

indeed! Poor thing! she will only just be able to pull through

is a mistake to bring them all here; and I don't believe f

rning you had better take the carriage and drive about till you find some at thi

than I am of lodgings. But I feel sure you will be disappointed. It will be utterly impossible

t unlikely that you may find yourself in the same position one day; and then I don't know how you will manage.

ilton left the dining-

r? it will be so awkward to have them in lodgings here.

ferent opinion, my dear Louise, a

r, "Roxburgh does not belong to us. I supp

ate," Mrs. Wilton said sharply. "

trio of little girls-Edith, Maude, and Hilda-were under Miss Browne, as their sisters had been. And in the nursery there was a little delicate, fragile boy of four years old, who was the especial care of the kind aunt of Mrs. Wilton, who lived in her house as a poor relation, and performed an unlimited number of services small

little Guy over and above the sum she thought right for his beef tea and other nourishment, caused her real concern. She would fly off to Aunt Betha to inquire into the matter, and would inveigh upon her want of managem

by little Guy. He had been very feverish and ailing all day, and his father ha

ne off to sleep

her went up to the li

ging-hunting to-morrow for me. It is for Emily Wilton and her children. They are almost penniless, and it is necessary that they should leave Maples

nd now. But, oh, I am so sorry for

to be done, I must look for the lodgings, or get you to look for them. I think down by St. Luke's Church is the most

er breakfast to-morrow,-if Susan can be trusted here. Guy must be kept

rs. Wilton hastily left the nursery as sounds of boisterous mirth ascended from the boys' study, a small room on the ground floor where they g

nd at the sound of her f

to interrupt your brothers at the

's fault. He says-he says that Uncle Arthur's

alph exclaimed; "she sa

silly baby. I believe she

t is a shame to tease her as you have done. Come on upstairs, Edith. I will take you," and

ss, Digby. She is very disobedien

glad we were not so poor as our cousins; and they all laugh

ime I find you in this room of an evening, I shall punish you severely. Run away to bed

and returned to the drawing-room, where L

cessary," and Mrs. Wilton's height made it easy for her

se said. "I am sure I hope we shall not have them here al

Wilton said. "Lodgings by the s

h all the summer, and the boys are so tiresome. If we had only a

Louise," said her mother. "P

per of the family. I am afraid it was too much the motto of each of the doctor's children, "Every one for himself." There could not be said to be one really unselfis

or lodgings for Aunt Emi

m her writing as if the i

so. I am engaged to take Louise and Kate

sit on that sofa. Look what

traw chair, one of those half-circular ones

aid Louise irritably. "It does

her, "if you are so cantankerous,-another Aunt Betha, only not

I hate the rattling of the dice. P

there," said K

up on a chair to light the gas, and came down with a thud on the floor, when she

ou'll bring down the chandelier and a torrent o

lph and Cyril

sson,' doing a holiday task. Such humbug, as

ton boys always ha

Ned isn't fifteen

e said. "You are younger than Raymond. A

hink every one so unfeeling. Yo

t lodgings. Isn't it odd, Digby, to think of our visit to Maplestone a year and a half ago, when we felt them so much better off than we were, and envied the house and the gardens, and the ponies

looked when she went to church on Sunday. And that

ow they will be disappointed; and Roxburgh is not a place to be poor in. I am sick of all the talking about who this person is, and where they come from, and what they wea

bed and forget it. With slow holidays like t

; it does make such a fuss. Now then

ing, while Digby and Kate were so lightly discussing the coming of Ada and Raymond, of Aunt Emily and Reginald, Salome was standing in the fading lig