The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1881-02-05

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it into good behavior"
eff everybody's going to hate me,
and treat me badly Cara burst
into tears at the comparison.
"Hush, child!" her father said .sooth-
ingly. 81 didn't mean that. Only you'll
have to get used to our ways, and at first
it will be hard. I dare say in time
you'll be just like one of US, and we'll
all forget you ever went away"
This was worse and worse. Would
she ever sink so low as to like or tolerate
the mode of life which lay before herr
No; sac had been too well taught for
that. Heavier and heavier grew her
heart until they arrived at Goodale
farm.
"Here, old womanr' cried Mr..
Norris, with loud laugh, to his wife,
who had run out to welcome her
daughter. Here's your doll come
back again to US. We shall have to get
off the city husk before we can see if
she's got anything in her, but I'm glad
she's back ct her own home. Here,
take her in, and give us some SUPP
The mother kissed her daughter, but
seemed half-afraid to intrude more
affectionate greeting upon the fine lady,
who met her languidly, and looked
around with i'll disguised scorn upon
the homely sitting room.
Grace, clear eyed and sensible, carried
her off to the room they we're share to-
gether, for she saw her mother was
hurt at Cara's cold and almost insolent
manner.
1t was very plain room, but fairly
shining with neatness. Cara glanced at
the bare floor, the white cotton curtains
at the windows, the home-woven bed
spread, and the cherry bureau, with its
small mirror. and throwing herself into
chair, burst into passion of tears.
81 wish was dead! I wish l was
dead!" she sobbed. Sc never can be
happy again, never! never!"
Grace understood her very well, but
sensibly chose to misunderstood. "Of
course you'll miss your aunt terribly at
first, Cara" she said; ''but then, after
all, you've come home to our own
mother. can't fancy a child OF
mothers missing any one long when
we have her. You see you hardly know
her yet"
But Cara wept on, and Grace, stand
+ ing at the window, waited patiently and
silently until she had exhausted herself.
What do you read here ?" she cried,
as her eyes, rowing about, fell on several
shelves of books.
Grace laughed merrily. Wait until
| the winter evenings, and then see for
yourself We take it by turns to reed
aloud, and you can't imagine the num-
Der of books we get through with ia
that way. We are regular book cor
MOI ants, and every cent the boys and l
get we spend on books"
Il think I'd have got better furni-
ture." Cara said, glancing contemptu-
ously around.
"Well, tastes differ" Grace an
swered, good -humoredly. " Furniture
could never give US the pleasure that
books do. We have access too. to Colonel
Stearn's fine library, and if you care for
reading, you'll not be dull here"
But l don't care for reading" Cara
answered, sharply, Except novels.
hadn't much time for them, either, with
the visiting, and dressing, and parties.
Oh, how will ever be able to live
here ?"
There was no answer to be made to
this lamentation, so Grace quickly
walked out, and left, her to her own
thoughts.
The next day, and the next, Cara
lounged about the house, with fretful,
querulous look, which took all the
beauty out of her face.
Grace and the mother vainly strove to
interest her in their occupations. She
shrank from soiling her hands with
homework. Sewing she knew nothing
about, and did not wish to learn, and
reading was a bore. She was one OF
those irresponsible girls we meet with
too often, whose ideas OF duty are to dc
only what is agreeable to themselves,
and to shirk any act which conflicts with
seli-indulgence.
She grumbled and sighed until poor
Mrs. Norris life became burden, and
Grace's patience was sorely tested by
the perpetual self. lamentation.
T. Mr.. Norris did not notice this at first,
but when he did, he came down sharply
upon the delinquent.
81 won't have that girl dawdling
around here, Mary, and looking as il
she'd turn sweet milk sour. Give her q
task, if she's too lazy to take one, and
sea that she does it. She's sulked now
tor month, and it's time to stop it
What on earth do you want, Cara"
81 want to get away from here" she
said, angrily. "I'm wretched, and
can't stay here"
81 s'pose that popinjay of travelling
clerk that came here last night has start