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Kate O'Hara was in face very like her ely like, for in much she was very different But she had her h hers were much softer in their lustre, as became her youth,--and she had her mother's nose, but without that look of scorn which would come upon her mother's face when the nostrils were inflated And in that peculiar shortness of the lower face she was the very echo of her mother But the mouth was serated It was a fairer face to look upon,--fairer, perhaps, than her mother's had ever been; but it was less expressive, and in it there was infinitely less capability for anger, and perhaps less capability for the agonising extremes of tenderness But Kate was taller than her mother, and seemed by herand healthy; and though she did not willingly join in those longer walks, or expose herself to the weather as did herfeeble about her, nor was she averse to action Life at Ardkill Cottage was dull, and therefore she also was dull Had she been surrounded by friends, such as she had known in her halcyon school days at Paris, she would have been the gayest of the gay

Her hair was dark as her mother's,--even darker Seen by the side of Miss O'Hara's, the mother's hair was certainly not black, but one could hardly think that hair could be blacker than the daughter's But hers fell in curling clusters round her neck,--such clusters as now one never sees She would shake them in sport, and the room would seem to be full of her locks But she used to say herself to herthe that she would be an old woed

Her life at Ardkill Cottage was certainly very dull Memory did but little for her, and she hardly kne to hope She would read, till she had nearly learned all their books by heart, and would play such tunes as she knew by the hour together, till the poor instrument, subject to the sea air and away fros But still, with all this, her mind would become vacant and weary "Mother," she would say, "is it always to be like this?"

"Not always, Kate," the ed?"