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Morris had returned fro by theof his cheerful library, looking out upon the purple sunshine flooding the western sky, and thinking of the little girl corassy lane in the rear of the house He was going over to see her by and by, he said, and he pictured to hi that he should not find her greatly changed, for Morris Grant's memories were very precious of the playful child who, in that very roo, used to tease and worry him sojokes played off upon her teacher He had thought of her so often when across the sea, and, knowing her love of the beautiful, he had never looked upon a painting or scene of rare beauty that he did not wish her by his side sharing in the pleasure He had brought her froht she would prize, and which he was going to take with him when he went to the farht She would, of course, wait for him Helen had, even when it was more her place to call upon hioing down and he atching its last rays lingering on the brow of the hill across the pond, the library door was opened wide and the rooure, with reddish, golden hair, bounded across the floor, and winding its arave him the hearty kiss which Katy had in her etable

Morris Grant was not averse to being kissed, and yet the fact that Katy Lennox had kissed him in such a oke a chill of disappointment, for it said that to her he was the teacher still, the elder brother, whom, as a child, she had in her pretty way loaded with caresses

"Oh, Cousin Morris!" she exclai his hand: "Why didn't you cohty boy? But what a splendid-looking h! and what do you think offor the first time, as he held her off from him and looked into the sunny face

"I think you wholly unchanged," he answered, so gravely that Katy began to pout as she said: "And you are sorry, I know Pray, what did you expect of me, and ould you have me be?"