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"Mark's favorite," he said, lifting up a volu to the fly-leaf he read, "Helen Lennox, from Cousin Morris," just as Katy returned and with her Helen, whoer

Helen was prepared to like hiht was that he was splendid-looking, but when she lance and kne closely he was scrutinizing her, there arose in her heart a feeling of dislike for Wilford Cameron, which she could never wholly conquer He was very polite to her, but so in his manner annoyed and provoked her, it was so cool, so condescending, as if he endured hermore

"Rather pretty, more character than Katy, but odd, and self-willed, with no kind of style"

This was Wilford's running coement of her dark hair to the fit of her French calico and the cut of her linen Collar

Fashionable dress would i fro could disfigure, and as noatching the door eagerly for the entrance of her ood deal of tiety, and very red, both fro from her cap and sadly at variance with the color of her dress Wilford noticed the discrepancy at once, and noticed too how little style there was about the nervous wo hi infinitely superior to herself Wilford had looked with indifference upon Helen, but it would take a stronger word to express his opinion of thearded her as a plain, co hing her in a far different balance and finding her sadly wanting He had not seen Aunt Hannah, nor yet Aunt Betsy, for they were in the kitchen,the last preparations for the dinner to which Morris was to remain He was in the parlor now and in his presence Wilford felt more at ease, more as if he had found an affinity Uncle Ephraione back to his stone wall, so that upon Morris devolved the duties of host, and he courteously led the way to the little dining-roo, with its clean floor and walls, and the table so loaded with the good things Aunt Hannah had prepared, burning and browning her wrinkled face, which nevertheless ser presented as Mr Cameron