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Thorn," said the lady in her smoothest manner, "are you a lover of floriculture, sir?" "Can't say that I am, Mrs. Evelyn, except as practised by others." "Then you are not a connoisseur in roses? Miss Ringgan's happy lot sent her a most exquisite collection this morning, and she has been wanting to apply to somebody who could tell her what they are I thought you might know.

I had always loved that piece of country since the first look I had of it from the Asquith road, and the sight of it rarely failed to set my blood a-tingle with pleasure. But to-day I scarcely saw it. I wondered what whim had impelled Miss Thorn to get into this seat.

Hilary saw them eyeing her boots, and, suddenly forgetting his role of looker-on, he became very angry. Taking out his watch, he went up to the eldest woman. "If somebody," he said, "does not attend this young lady within a minute, I shall make a personal complaint to Mr. Thorn." The hand of the watch, however, had not completed its round before a woman was at the little model's side.

Thorn, isn't it true?" Mrs. Thorn's look at Fleda was the essence of good humour. "Will you let Lewis come and take you a good long ride to- morrow?" "No, Mrs. Thorn, I believe not I intend to stay perseveringly at home to-morrow, and see if it is possible to be quiet a day in New York."

At Port Royal, in Paris, is kept with great care a thorn, which the priests of that seminary assert to be one of the identical thorns that bound the holy head of the Son of God. How it came there, and by whom it was preserved, has never been explained. What traveller is unacquainted with the Santa Scala, or Holy Stairs, at Rome?

He put out his hand instinctively to keep them from touching his companion, and a sharp thorn pierced his palm. He immediately affected to be in great pain. "It is easy for the pale-face to suffer," she said tauntingly. "It is impossible for your race to be pitiful," he replied in the same tone.

But he saw in Samuel such another as himself and judged that Borlase was born to do his duty in the place to which he had been called, and would run his course and take his pension without any of the fierce light of fame. Of course, Samuel had his likes and dislikes, and he knew which of the community might be counted to uphold him and which might prove a thorn in his side.

"Grandma, can't you put her through the wringer?" asked Prudy, laughing. Dotty sank in a wet heap on the floor, and held up her ailing foot with a groan. "Why, child, barefoot?" cried Aunt Louise. Dotty said nothing, but frowned with pain. "It is a cruel thorn," said her good grandmother, putting on her spectacles and surveying the wound. "Yes, 'm," said Dotty, finding her tongue.

I imagined with a vividness impossible to describe what Horace would think if I answered him squarely and honestly, if I were to say: "I've been down in the marshes following my nose enjoying the thorn apples and the wild geraniums, talking with a woodpecker and reporting the morning news of the woods for an imaginary newspaper."

After that I took another road, several miles longer, for the sight of Miss Thorn with him seriously disturbed my peace of mind. But at length the day came, as I had feared, when circumstances forced me to go to my client's place. One morning Miss Trevor and I were about stepping into the canoe for our customary excursion when one of Mr. Cooke's footmen arrived with a note for each of us.