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"She means Miss Maryllia," said the old man "That's the name she's given 'er lady-love the thinkin' little imp she is! Where's lady- love? Why she's in 'er own house she don't want any little tags o' babbies runnin' round 'er your lady-love's got somethin' else to do." "She AIN'T!" said Ipsie, with dramatic emphasis "She tums an' sees me often 'oo don't know nuffin' 'bout it!

Bainton, making his way along the southern wall of the orchard, to take a 'glance round' as he termed it, at the condition of the wall fruit-trees before his master joined him on the usual morning tour of inspection, stopped and drew aside to watch the merry procession winding along under the brown stems dotted with thousands of red buds splitting into pink-and-white bloom; and a slow smile moved the furrows of his face upward in various pleasant lines as he saw the 'Passon' leading it with a light step, carrying the laughing 'Ipsie' on his shoulder, and now and again joining in the 'Mayers' Song' with a mellow baritone voice that warmed and sustained the whole chorus.

Keeley gave a short sigh of satisfaction "I'm fair sick o' seein' them motor-cars whizzin' through the village makin' such a dust an' smell as never was, an' I'm sure there's no love lost 'tweens Missis Frost an' me, but it do make me worrited like when that there little Ipsie goes runnin' out, not knowin' whether she mayn't be run over like my Bob's pet dog.

Why, it seems onny t'other day 'twas May morning, an' he was carryin' Ipsie Frost on his shoulder, an' leadin' all the children wi' the Maypole into the big meadow, an' all was as right as right could be, yet 'ere we're onny just in August an' everything's topsy-turvy like. Lord, Lord! 'ow trifles do make up a sum o' life to be sure, as the copybooks sez for arter all, what's 'appened?

And it was after Ipsie that Maryllia ran, to cover her smiles and blushes as the echo of the children's mirth pealed through the garden, and with the pretty blue-eyed little creature clinging to her hand, she came back again sedately, with all her own winsome and fairy-like stateliness to thank them for their good wishes.

'Ipsie' became Hippolyta in good earnest, so thoroughly aware was she of her dignity, while, holding her as lightly and buoyantly as he would have held a bird, the Reverend John turned his smiling face on his young parishioners. "Come along, boys and girls!" he exclaimed, "Come and plant the Maypole in the big meadow yonder, as you did last year!

At the churchyard gate, she was met by all the youngest girls of the school, arrayed in white, who, carrying rush baskets full of wild flowers, scattered them before her as she moved, and when she arrived at the church porch, she was followed by the little child Ipsie, whose round fair cherub-like face reflected one broad smile of delight, and who carried between her two tiny hands a basket full to overflowing of old French damask roses, red as the wine-glow of a summer sunset.

Pausing, John leaned on the gate and looked at the two with a smile. "Ullo, Passon!" said Ipsie, turning her blue eyes up at him with a confidential air "Tum an' tie up my Zozey-Posey! Zozey-Posey's bin naughty, he's dot to be tied up so he tan't move!" "And when he's good again, what then?" said Walden "Will you untie him?" Ipsie stared roundly and meditatively.

"Oh, I don't mind," said Maryllia, quickly recovering herself "Only I shan't be here, you see and and I had intended to explain something to him however, it doesn't matter! I can write all I wanted to say. Good-bye, Josey! Give my love to Ipsie!" "Good-bye, my beauty!" returned Josey, with emphatic earnestness "An' God bless ye an' make all the rough places smooth for ye!

"You have rather spoilt the villagers," went on Walden, as he opened the churchyard gate for her to pass out, and closed it again behind them both. "They've got accustomed to seeing you look in upon them at all hours, and, of course, they miss you. Little Ipsie Frost especially frets after you." "I'll go and see her very, very soon," said Maryllia, impulsively; "Dear little thing!