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"I don't think it's queer not to like disagreeable things," Helena

said

"Well, no; but all the saot to stand thereeable Why, when he was a little

fellow--let er than David; about four, I think--he

scratched his finger one day pretty severely; it suess,

badly Anyway, he roared! Then he picked up a pair of scissors and ran

bawling to his er off!' That's been his principle ever since: 'it hurts--get rid

of it'"

"I don't blaayly; "I'er off' And I have done it, too!"

"Well," said the doctor with great pretence of gravity, "I suppose,

then, we'll have to tell old Mr Wright that nobodyhe doesn't want to do? It appears that he's worried, too,

because the young gentleman isn't industrious The fact is, he thinks

Saers," he teased

Helena sprung to her feet, nervously "But I wish he wouldn't come! I

don't want him to come I can't help it; indeed I--I can't help it!"

She spoke with a sort of gasp Instantly David, who had been lounging

in the swing, slipped down and planted himself directly in front of

her, his arms stretched out at each side "I'll take care of you," he

said protectingly