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which it used to awaken. And then the crowd of memories—the form of Augustus as he used to bound up the hill, the sound of his voice, his tone, and words, all had such a vivid and present distinctness, that she could scarcely believe everything was so completely changed. The past seemed all real, the present only a dream.

She could scarcely repress her tears; but she repeated again, with a faint smile,

“Yes, dear Harriet, I certainly have every reason to be thankful.”

Then, feeling that her sister could not enter into her feelings, she ran up to her husband, and said, as she took his arm,

“I told you it would make me sad, and you were quite right not to urge me to come; but I must learn to get over it now.'

“What makes Aunt Lucy sad?” enquired Mary of her cousin Hubert in a low whisper. “I think she was crying, only she did not want Mamma to see it, so do not say anything about it; but I saw a tear run down her cheek."

“What is that you are whispering about Mamma crying?” inquired Charlotte, as her quick ear caught the last words, and she dashed up impetuously and put her hands on Mary's shoulders. “Mamma never cries, because she is always good : I never saw her cry except when old nurse Nanny died; and look! she is laughing now with Papa.”

“Come, let's have a good run down this steep hill,” she continued, as she seized both their hands and dragged them onwards down the slippery grass.

Hubert blushed and was half pleased and half annoyed, for he saw that his cousin had not wished that Charlotte should have heard her question, and it flattered his pride that she should have confided in him who was so sister, and yet he was sorry that Mary had been pained by Charlotte's overhearing it.

much more backward and less clever than his

So both the cousins felt ill at ease, and ran down all the more impetuously, in order to hide their confusion from the tall, sensible Charlotte.

“ I am afraid that great rough girl is tiring poor little Mary,” said Lucy as she joined her sister again. “Charlotte is sadly uncouth, and often oppresses poor Hubert; but it is so difficult to know what to do, for I am afraid of checking her high spirits, and Hubert is a very odd child. I sometimes fear he is like what I was; only he is so reserved, that it is very hard to make him out.

He seems to have taken a great fancy to Mary. But see ! they have thrown the poor child down.”

And Lucy dashed down the steep declivity, and reached the children just as Mary was being raised from the ground.

“I hope you are not much hurt, my darling

child !” she said as she took Mary in her arms and looked into her pale face with an expression of anxiety.

Oh, no, dear, dear Aunt,” said Mary, though she was suffering severely from pain ; but the sight of her aunt's face, and feeling herself in her arms, made her regardless of everything else.

" But you are very much bruised, darling child. And see ! she cannot move this arm, continued Lucy, as Harriet and the others

came up:

They then discovered that the arm was broken, and the next moment the child

fainted.

No, do not take her away,” said Lucy; “I will carry her. What a courageous girl she is, dear little thing !, she said she was not hurt.”

“ We had better take her to the doctor, at Rollston ; that will be nearer now that we are

so far down the hill,” said Mr. Mandeville ; " but indeed you must not carry her.”

“Stay, I will keep her till she recovers from this faint. Run down to the brook for some water, Charlotte,” she said with a severe look towards the child ; " and I hope this misfortune will be a lesson to you not to be so rough again : it was entirely your fault.”

Charlotte was very much frightened, and expressed great contrition. “There,

go and help Papa to bring it-you see he is getting some in his hat ;--and don't cry, Hubert. You could not help it: I saw Charlotte drag you both down.”

“But why does she not open her eyes, Mamma? is she asleep?” inquired the boy, as he gazed with a look of awe on Mary's face.

“She has fainted, poor dear child !” said his mother, as she kissed. Mary's cold cheeks, and nestled her head close to her bosom.

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