Litchfield enquirer., 1875-09-23

that shows that they have never in thei lives thought about economy.
 Edith, in her thin kid shoes, is at thi moment walking sedately along pebbl, path, discoursing upon coming guests.
 '.First, Nan, there is Dicks friend Lord Hefton. He is younger than Dick but they were at Christ Church together He is the most good-natured man, ana never in time for anything. Eve1ybodl likes him. Then there are the Bushes Sir John is just Sir John there is noth ing about him the least different iron every other Sir John in England. Lad, Bushe is rather nice. She is very tall anl thin, and you think at first that she i going to be a dreadfully precise person and of all people in the world she is tn, very least. She does just what August, tells her. Oh! wonder how you vii like Augustar'
 ''WhO is Augusta? Their daughter ?"
 'sNo; niece. She is a very fine lady now. She does not often condescend tt to come and see us but she has overdon, herself in London. and they are comin, for ten days to recruit. We used to know them intimately, and always called he Gus but now she does not like that
  Nan laughs. .s
 "But, you know, in many ways she ii very nice, and she IS really very pretty and she dresses beautifully"
 "But you don't care for her, Edie."
 ''Yes, I do-in a way. She is always very kind to us. and gives us such lovely presents. Look, this locket I have or she gave me on my last birthday. She ii always sending Deity and me things she has worked, or little sketches of places she does draw so beau tifully-and she sings too. I daresay you will like her immensely"
 "And who are the others ?" .....
 ''Mr. Dallie is one, and Dicks friend, Mir. Burnand."
 The faintest possible change in Edith's voice makes Nan wait for more.
 "Mr. Dallie is delightful.
 "Oh!"
 "He will do whatever you tell him, and you can order him about just as you like. And he makes boquets, and gets up char. ades, and games, and anything you want done. And he helps you so with dull people, if it is a wet day. He is always in request wherever he goes, for he can dc everything"
 "And Mir. Burnand?"
 "Oh, he! He can't do anything. He is great friend of Dicks"
 'tIs Dick coming with him?"
 ''No; Mr. Burnand comes tomorrow Dick will be here tonight"
 "Oho! it's Mir. Burnand, is it?" swiftly concludes the shrewd little cousin. "I wonder if should be asked to be q bridesmaid!' .
 Unconscious Edith steps serenely on, and Deity comes to call them indoors.
 Music IS wanted ,and accordingly music, such as it is. is given: and then the sisters conduct their visitor to delightful solitude opening out of the gallery, where if inclined, they are at liberty to take refuge from the drawing room society.
 "And so we come here whenever they get too hundrum, 1" whispers naughty Det. ty; ''and whenever we have our own they like it too. Mfr. Burnand always comes, doesn't he, Edith?"
 Edie and Deity are getting charmed with their cousin: it seems as if they had really known her for years, and only need ed bringing together to reveal all that past knowledge.
 Time passes. 'I wonder when Dick will be here," observes Edith, for the twentieth time.
 Perhaps he has gone of somewhere else, as he did last time," suggests her sister.
 ''Of course he will come, Deity, when he has asked MT. Burnand."
 Deity smiles, Nan laughs outright.
 "Oh," cried the poor thing in, dire con- fusion, Chow nice this recess is!'
 Very nice. but not in the least laugha- ble; and Edith's cheeks burn.
 ''How long is it since Dick was here last, Edith?"
 This from Deity in a good-natured at- tempt to turn of the awkwardness.
 'Why, does he not HUe here?' demands their cousin.
 Oh. dear. no. It appears that Dick is very seldom there. He is in France. Ita- ly, Germany, India, Hongkong, anywhere and everywhere but at home However, he is older now, and papa thinks he is settling down.
 Oh, he is a great deal older than they is over thirty. Isn't it dreadful age? He hardly seems like brother at all.
 It is clear to Nan that they are greatly in ave of Dick. She has suggested, do they ever go about the world with him? They are quite amused. How could they? He does not want them; he would not know what to do with them. Oh yes, he is as kind as he can be, only he seems so much older.
 Nan will not like Dick, she feels sure. Why is he coming home just when she is here? She wishes he would keep away. He must be something different from soft spoonev William Church, who was always 30 polite, escorting them all from place to place, and taking as much interest in his mothers parties as she did herself.
 She did not very much care for William but his kindness had won her gratitude.
 As for this Dick, she is afraid of him. and knows he will despise her.
 The sisters, too, defer to his opinion quite absurdly.
 Dicks ikings, Dicks aversions. Dicks and Dicks fancies, are the man topic of their conversation.
 They are glad that her dress is white. Dick likes white.
 How pretty her locket isl Dick likes pearls.
 Bother Dick!
 1t is getting late now, and the carriage has been gone to the station over an hour. .,, ''- U T Out comes Lord Wyatt, and looks from the window.
 '.Dick ought to be here"
 Five minutes pass. Out toddles Lady Wyatt. 1--.
 ..Dick ought to be here"
 Up comes the butler.
 "Mr. Wyatt should be here, my lord.
 Here he isl" cried my lord, and rushes to the hall door.
 Nan rises involuntarily.
 'Oh, he will come to us," observes Edith. drawing up her long neck, and looking very shy. '-eaI
 Deity glances at herself in the miror. and tncks in stray lock of hair.
 Voices are heard in the anteroom, and steps drawing nearer.
 Lady Wyatt rustles forward and clasps to her bosom breadth of smoked shoot. ing cloth, exclaiming, "My dearest DickI"
 ''I'm wet mother; take care"
 Dick is cool, but kind.
 Wet, my dear boy? So you are. How did you get wet in the carriage?"
 II came outside. There has been 6 shower"