A Young Mutineer

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s of sound into the summer air. The church doors were thrown open, and a young man dressed in cricketing-flannels was le

uman voices ceased and the sweet notes of the voluntary sounded in full melody on

particularly wise appearance. The two little girls, who were her pupils, walked somewhat sedately by her side. As they passed the church the governess looked neither to right nor left, but the eldest girl fixed her keen and somewhat hungry eyes with a questioning gaze on the young man who stood in

Judy?" asked the s

o her governess as she spoke. "Miss Mills, I

, Ju

g to forget what

I do forget;

church on my way back and go home with Hilda. I have

to pick some bracken and heather, for your Aunt Marjorie has asked me to fill all the vases for dinner to-night. There are not half e

ce will be twice as long as usual to-day b

wait for her, as you have been a good g

talk about," answered

r face its charm, left it; she fell back a pace

er constant remarks about Hilda. She had a good deal to think of t

face, somewhat solemn in expression, was the essence of good-humor. Her blue eyes were as serene as an unruffled summer pool. She could say heaps of old-fashioned, quaint things. She had strong likes

dvantage of a stile which led right through the field into the woods to rest herself. She sat comfortably on the top of the stile, and looking down the ro

most spoilt creature I ever came across, and of course it is all Hilda's fault. I must speak to Mr. Merton, I really must, if this goes on. Hilda and Judy ought to be parted, but of course Hilda won't leave home unless, unless-ah, I wonder if there is any chance of that. Too go

allowed the summer air to play with her some

aithful!" Here a very angry gleam flashed out of her eyes; she put her hand into her pocket, and taking out a letter,

en walking across the field and approaching the stile. She was a fair-haired, pretty girl, dressed i

led to her. "I am going to see Hilda

er?" replied Miss Mills; "I d

nging to see Hilda, I have such heaps of

unmelodious choir in Great Britain," replied Miss Mills. "The Harvest Festiv

choir. I shall go down to the Rectory and wait until her duties are ended.

plied Miss Mills; "they are co

r, with a laugh. "I'll just run down the road and g

d out to the children to announce her approach, kissed them when they met, receiv

asked Babs, when the pr

tone; "she is well enough. I don't lov

" replied Babs. "How many rooms

e full," replied J

t's full

t

"Mr. Love is in some of them, and Mr. Like is in othe

N

ls does not live in

I wouldn't have taken so much pains over my arithmetic. I shan't have a scrap of time with Hild

l if she vexes you; but oh, dear; oh, dear! Just look, do look! Do you see

es

ou love

animals. I have a separ

intensely

, "every single one, all kinds-eve

ourse

. She has read it twenty times already to-day, so she must kno

and the two little girls p

ear voice, "we want to know someth

with a start. "You ridiculous chi

rtant for Judy and me to know; for we love th

he kind of manner which

peculiar hero-worship, my dears," she said.

Judy, her eyes flashing, "when you th

r pig does for

y of your life for breakfast? You wouldn't be as strong as you are but for the poor pig, an

shing, and her little sens

e of all sorts preyed upon Judy; she could make herself morbid on almost any theme, and a gloomy picture now filled her little

er very funny

y, but it is in

e person who wr

her eyes gazed into the child's serene and wise little face. Someth

t letter more than anyone else i

gave pathos to her commonplace face. Babs began to pull a flower to pieces. She had never conjugated the v

from the person you ha

ed it into its envelope, replaced the envelope in her pocket, and started to her feet. "Let

ross the field, "I should like to know, Miss Mi

uestions they must not expect them t

had experienced died out of her face, and the rat

ull of something, spoke again, mor

d, "it is the mistake of being fond of any one. Oh, ho

that?" a

Hicks in the village was engaged, and she had a wedding in the summer. I'll tell you all about it, Babs, if yo

at I am suffering! Oh, the fickleness of some people! The promises that are made only to be broken! You trust a pe

ls? Are you the misera

one in particular, and I shouldn't even have said what I did. F

ome white heather,

a piece last summer. I gave--" She sighed, and the corners