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'Why, surely you know? Your friend, Farrove, the cider-maker, and who keeps the Three Tranters Inn; who recommended you to me when he came in to see me the other day?' Cytherea's mother-wit suddenly warned her in the midst of her excitement that it was necessary not to betray the secret of her love 'O yes,' she said, 'of course' Her thoughts had run as follows in that short interval:-'Farrove is Edward's father, and his na to advertise for a situation of so attached

'He thought it would be excellent for ht ht be recommended as a lady's-maid; and he knew my brother and myself

'His father told Mrs Morris; Mrs Morris told Miss Aldclyffe' The whole chain of incidents that drew her there was plain, and there was no such thing as chance in the

The sound of a bell was heard Cytherea did not heed it, and still continued in her reverie

'That's Miss Aldclyffe's bell,' said Mrs Morris

'I suppose it is,' said the young woo up to her,' the matron continued, in a tone of surprise

Cytherea felt a burning heat coled with a sudden irritation at Mrs Morris's hint But the good sense which had recognized stern necessity prevailed over rebellious independence; the flush passed, and she said hastily-'Yes, yes; of course, I o to her when she pulls the bell --whether I want to or no' However, in spite of this painful reminder of her new position in life, Cytherea left the apartloomy sadness of ten minutes previous The place felt like home to her now; she did not mind the pettiness of her occupation, because Edward evidently did not mind it; and this was Edward's own spot

She found tilide out by a side door, and look for athe friendly initials She went up to them to try to touch one of the flock, and felt vexed that they all stared sceptically at her kind advances, and then ran pell- any one should discover her childish ain, and ascended the staircase, catching glimpses, as she passed, of silver-buttoned foot