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It is of little use for me to tell you that Hetty's cheek was like a rose-petal, that die dark eyes hid a soft roguishness under their long lashes, and that her curly hair, though all pushed back under her round cap while she was at work, stole back in dark delicate rings on her forehead, and about her white shell-like ears; it is of little use for me to say how lovely was the contour of her pink-and-white neckerchief, tucked into her low plu apron, with its bib, see to be i lines, or how her brown stockings and thick-soled buckled shoes lost all that clumsiness which they must certainly have had when empty of her foot and ankle--of little use, unless you have seen a woman who affected you as Hetty affected her beholders, for otherwise, though you e of a lovely wo kittenlike ht spring day, but if you had never in your life utterly forgotten yourself in straining your eyes after the h the still lanes when the fresh-opened blossoms fill them with a sacred silent beauty like that of fretted aisles, where would be the use of ue? I could neverday Hetty's was a spring-tide beauty; it was the beauty of young frisking things, round-li you by a false air of innocence--the innocence of a young star-browed calf, for exa inclined for a promenade out of bounds, leads you a severe steeplechase over hedge and ditch, and only co

And they are the prettiest attitudes andup butter--tossingcurve to the arm, and a sideward inclination of the round white neck; little patting and rolling movements with the pals which cannot at all be effected without a great play of the pouting mouth and the dark eyes And then the butter itself seems to communicate a fresh charm--it is so pure, so sweet-scented; it is turned off the mould with such a beautiful firht! Moreover, Hetty was particularly clever atup the butter; it was the one performance of hers that her aunt allowed to pass without severe criticiss to mastery