"Just cheesecakes, dearie."

"Oh, I am glad! Joanna is coming, too, only she had first some flax to

unplait. Wait for her I could not. Let me fill some of these pretty

little patty pans."

"I'll do naething o' the kind, Katherine. You'd be spoiling the bonnie

silk dress you hae put on. Go to the house and sit wi' Mistress Gordon.

She was asking for you no' an hour ago. And, Katherine, my bonnie

lassie, dinna gie a thought to one word that black-eyed nephew o' her's

may say to you. He's here the day and gane to-morrow, and the lasses

that heed him will get sair hearts to themsel's."

The bright young face shadowed, and a sudden fear came into Madam

Semple's heart as she watched the girl turn thoughtfully and slowly

away. The blinds of the house were closed against the afternoon sun; but

the door stood open, and the wide, dim stairway was before her. All was

as silent as if she had entered an enchanted castle. And on the upper

hall the closed doors, and the soft lights falling through stained glass

upon the dark, rich carpets, made an element of mystery, vague and

charmful, to which Katherine's sensitive, childlike nature was fully

responsive.

Slowly she pushed back a heavy mahogany door, and entered a large room,

whose richly wainscoted walls, heavy friezes, and beautifully painted

ceiling were but the most obvious points in its general magnificence. On

a lounge covered with a design done in red and blue tent stitch, an

elegantly dressed woman was sitting, reading a novel. "The Girl of

Spirit," "The Fair Maid of the Inn," "The Curious Impertinent," and

other favourite tales of the day, were lying upon an oval table at her

side.

"La, child!" she cried, "come here and give me a kiss. So you wear that

sweet-fancied suit again. You are the most agreeable creature in it;

though Dick vows upon his sword-hilt that you look a hundred times more

bewitching in the dress you wore this morning."

"How? This morning, madam? This morning Captain Hyde did not see me at

all."

"Pray don't blush so, child; though, indeed, it is vastly becoming. I do

assure you he saw you this morning. He had gone out early to take the

air, and he had a most transporting piece of good fortune: for he

bethought himself to walk under the great trees nearly opposite your

house; and when you came to the door, with your excellent father, he

noted all, from the ribbon on your head to the buckles on your shoes.

His talk now is of nothing but your short quilted petticoat, and your

tight bodice, and beautiful bare arms. Is that the Dutch style, then,

child? It must be extremely charming."




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