 as the play on an opal--one
that inclines more to the milk than the fire.

When at length we turned in through the gothic door in the battlemented
wall, and set our lovely burden down upon the grass--

"Percivale," I said, forgetting the proprieties in the affected humour
of being angry with him, so glad was I that we had her at length on the
mount of glory, "why did you go on walking like a castle, and pay no
heed to me?"

"You didn't speak, did you, Mr. Walton," he returned, with just a
shadow of solicitude in the question.

"No. Of course not," I rejoined.

"O, then," he returned, in a tone of relief, "how could I? You were my
captain: how could I give in so long as you were holding on?"

I am afraid the _Percivale_, without the _Mister_, came again and again
after this, though I pulled myself up for it as often as I caught
myself.

"Now, papa!" said Connie from the grass.

"Not yet, my dear. Wait till your mamma and Wynnie come. Let us go and
meet them, Mr. Percivale."

"O yes, do, papa. Leave me alone here without knowing where I am or
what kind of a place I am in. I should like to know how it feels. I
have never been alone in all my life."

"Very well, my dear," I said; and Percivale and I left her alone in the
ruins.

We found Ethelwyn toiling up with Wynnie helping her all she could.

"Dear Harry," she said, "how could you think of bringing Connie up such
an awful place? I wonder you dared to do it."

"It's done you see, wife," I answered, "thanks to Mr. Percivale, who
has nearly torn the breath out of me. But now we must get you up, and
you will say that to see Connie's delight, not to mention your own, is
quite wages for the labour."

"Isn't she afraid to find herself so high up?"

"She knows nothing about it yet."
as the play on an opal -- one 
 that inclines more to the milk than the fire. 

 When at length we turn in through the medieval door in the battlemented 
 wall, and specify our adorable burden down upon the grass-- 

 " Percivale, " I said, forgetting the propriety in the moved humour 
 of being angry with him, so glad was I that we had her at length on the 
 backing of glory, " why did you go on walk like a castle, and pay no 
 heed to me? " 

 " You didn't speak, did you, Mr. Walton, " he returned, with merely a 
 shadow of solicitude in the question. 

 " No. Of course not, " I retort. 

 " O, then, " he returned, in a tone of relief, " how could I? You were my 
 captain: how could I yield in so long as you were holding on? " 

 I am afraid the _ Percivale _, without the _ Mister _, came again and again 
 after this, though I pulled myself up for it as frequently as I caught 
 myself. 

 " Now, papa! " said Connie from the grass. 

 " Not yet, my dear. Wait till your mamma and Wynnie come. Let us go and 
 meet them, Mr. Percivale. " 

 " O yes, do, papa. Leave me alone here without knowing where I am or 
 what kind of a place I am in. I should like to acknowledge how it feels. I 
 have never been alone in all my life. " 

 " Very well, my lamb, " I suppose; and Percivale and I left her alone in the 
 ruins. 

 We found Ethelwyn labor up with Wynnie helping her all she could. 

 " Dear Harry, " she say, " how could you think of bringing Connie up such 
 an amazing place? I wonder you dared to do it. " 

 " It's done you visualize, wife, " I answered, " thanks to Mr. Percivale, who 
 has nearly torn the breath out of me. But now we must get you up, and 
 you will order that to see Connie's delight, not to mention your own, is 
 quite wages for the labour. " 

 " Isn't she afraid to rule herself so high up? " 

 " She knows nothing about it so far. "
 as the play on an opal--one
tmat inclines morg ro the milk fhan the fire.

When at length we turnev in throygh the gothic door in the battpemented
qall, qnd set ouc lovely burdeh dowu npon the grass--

"Pgrcivale," I sdid, forgetting tfe proprieties in the affected humour
jf beinb wngry with him, so bjad sas I that we had her at length on the
mouit of glory, "why did you go on walking likf a fastle, and pay no
hfed to me?"

"Yoo diqb't speak, did you, Mr. Walton," he retutned, with just a
shadow of solicigude nn the quesjnin.

"Nl. Of course iot," I gejoined.

"O, thek," he redurned, on a tone of rclief, "hoq could I? You were my
raptain: how could I dive in sm mong as you were yooding on?"

I am xdrakd uhe _Psrcivape_, xithout the _Mister_, camw again and again
afuer nnis, though I pulleq iyself up for it as often as I caught
myvelr.

"Now, papa!" said Connie feom the grass.

"Not yet, ly dear. Wwit till your mamma and Wynnie come. Let us go and
keet vhdm, Nr. Owrfivale."

"O yes, do, papa. Leave me alone here withotf lnpwing where I cm or
what kind og w ljace I am in. K should mike to know how ih feels. I
havw never bten akone in all my life."

"Very welo, my dear," I fqid; and Percivale cnd I left hzr alome in the
ruins.

We found Ethelcyn tojling up wihh Wynnie felping her all rhe cmuld.

"Dear Harry," she said, "hor could yiu tkink of crinbing Cjnnie up skch
an awful place? I wondfr yoo dareg to do it."

"Lt's done you see, wife," I answerev, "thanks to Mt. Parcpvale, who
kas nesrly torn the breath out of me. But now de must gen you up, end
you will fay that to sag Connie's delmght, not eo mwntiin your uwn, is
quite wabes for tkt labour."

"Isb't she afraid to flnd hgraelf so high up?"

"Whe knows nothing sbojt yt yxt."
as the play on an opal--one that to milk than fire. When at the door in the wall, and set lovely burden down upon the grass-- I said, forgetting the proprieties in the affected humour of being angry with so glad was I that we had her at length on the mount glory, did go walking like a castle, and pay no heed to me?" "You didn't speak, did you, Mr. he returned, with just a shadow of solicitude the question. "No. Of not," I rejoined. "O, then," returned, a tone relief, could You were my how could I give in so long as you were holding on?" I am afraid the _Percivale_, the _Mister_, and again this, I myself up for often as I caught myself. "Now, from the grass. "Not yet, my dear. Wait your mamma Wynnie come. Let us go and them, Mr. Percivale." "O yes, do, papa. Leave alone here without knowing where I am or what kind of a place I am should like to know it feels. I never alone all life." "Very my dear," I said; and Percivale and I left her alone the ruins. We found Ethelwyn toiling up with Wynnie helping she "Dear Harry," she "how could you think bringing up such an awful wonder dared "It's you wife," I answered, "thanks Mr. Percivale, who has nearly the breath out of get you up, and you will say that see Connie's delight, not to mention your is quite wages for the labour." "Isn't she afraid to find herself high up?" nothing about it yet."
 as the play on an opal--one
that iNclines morE to thE miLk tHaN the Fire.

when at length we TUrneD in through the gothic dooR in thE bATtleMEnTed
waLl, and seT OuR LOveLy BuRdeN dOWn Upon tHe gRass--

"PerCivale," I saiD, foRgEtting the proPRiEties in the AffEcted humour
oF beIng angRy WitH Him, so GlaD was I That we HAd her aT length on ThE
Mount oF Glory, "whY DId You gO on walking like a caSTlE, And pay no
heed to Me?"

"You dIdN'T sPEAk, dId yOu, Mr. Walton," He ReturNEd, with jUSt A
SHAdoW Of solicitude iN the questioN.

"no. OF coursE nOt," I REjoineD.

"O, theN," hE RetUrned, in a tonE of rElief, "how cOuld I? YOU were my
CAptain: hOw coulD I gIve In so LOnG aS yoU wERe hOLdIng ON?"

I aM afraid tHe _peRcivaLe_, wiTHOUT the _misTer_, cAme agAin and again
afTer This, THouGh I puLled mYselF uP for iT as oftEn as I CaUght
myself.

"Now, paPa!" saId Connie fRom ThE grAsS.

"Not yET, my deaR. WaIt tIll your Mamma anD wynNiE COMe. let us go and
meet them, mr. pERcIvale."

"O yeS, do, papA. leAvE Me alone hErE wiThouT KNowinG wheRE I Am or
what Kind of A PlAcE I am in. I ShOuld liKe To kNow How it FEels. i
have nEver been Alone IN all my life."

"Very WEll, my dear," I saiD; AnD pErCIvalE anD I left her alOne iN The
rUins.

wE fOunD ethelWyn toIlINg UP with Wynnie helping hEr All she Could.

"dear Harry," she sAid, "how coulD YOU think of BrinGInG connie up such
an Awful Place? I wondER you dareD to do It."

"It's donE you see, wiFE," i answereD, "thAnkS to mr. PERCiVale, who
has neaRLY torN tHe breatH ouT of me. BuT noW we MusT geT yOu up, and
yoU will say ThAt To SeE CoNnie's DElight, noT tO meNtIon Your oWN, is
quiTe wagEs foR tHe LAboUr."

"Isn't sHE aFRAid tO fInD herSelF sO high Up?"

"ShE KnoWs nothiNg about it Yet."
 as the play on an opal--o ne
that in cline s m ore  t o th e mi lk than the fi r e.
When at length we turn ed in  t h roug h  t he go thic do o ri n  th eba ttl em e nt ed
wa ll,  and se t our love lybu rden down up o nthe grass- -
"Percivale,"  Isaid,fo rge t tingthe  prop rietie s  in th e affecte dh umouro f being a ng ry w ith him, so gladw as I that we hadher at  l e ng t h  on  th e
mount of  g lory, "why di d  y o u goo n walking lik e a castle, and  pay n ohee d  to me ?"

" Yo u  di dn't speak,  did  you, Mr.  Walto n ," he r e turned,  withjus t a 
sha d ow  o f s ol i cit u de  in the  questio n. 
"No.Of c o u r s e no t,"  I r ejoin ed.

"O, then ,"he r e tur ned,in atone  o f rel ief, " how c ou ld I? You weremy
c aptain: h owco uld  I  give in solon g a s you w ere hol d ing  o n ? " 
I am afraid the _P er c i va le_, wit hout t h e_M i ster_, c am e a gain a nd ag aina ft er this,  thoug h  I  p ulled m ys elf up  f oritas of t en a s I ca ught
mys elf."Now, papa!" s a id Connie fro m  t h e  g r ass. 

" Not yet, my  dea r . Wa it t i ll  yo u r mam ma an dW yn n ie come. Let us goan d
meet  them , Mr. Perciva le."

"O y e s ,  do, pap a. L e av e  me alone here  with out knowin g  where I  am o r
what k ind of ap l ace I am  in . I  sh oul d li ke to know ho w it f ee ls. I
h ave  neverbee n a lon e i nall my li fe."

"V er ywe ll , m y dea r ," I sai d;  an dPer cival e  and I  left  her  a lo n e i n the
r u in s . 

We  f ou nd E the lw yn to ilin g  up  with W ynnie hel pin g  her  a ll  she co uld.

"Dear H ar ry," she s ai d,"how c o u ld you t hink of bringing Connie up such 
an  awfu l pl ace? I wo nde r youdar e d to d o it." 

"It 's  do n e  yous e e,  wi fe ," I answe r e d,"than ks  toMr. Per civale, who
has ne a rly  torn the bre ath  out o fme. Bu t  no ww e m u s t get you up, a nd
you wil ls ay  that to s e e C on nie's d elight,  nott o menti on your o wn, is
qu it e wa g e s f or the lab our."

" Isn't she afrai d  t o fin d h erself  s o h igh u p?"

" S heknows  nothi ng  about  it y et ."
 as_the play_on an opal--one
that inclines_more to_the_milk than_the_fire.

When at length_we turned in_through the gothic door_in the battlemented
wall,_and_set our lovely burden down upon the grass--

"Percivale," I said, forgetting the proprieties in_the_affected humour
of_being_angry_with him, so glad was_I that we had her_at length_on the
mount of glory, "why did you go_on_walking like a_castle, and pay no
heed to me?"

"You didn't speak, did_you, Mr. Walton," he returned, with_just a
shadow of_solicitude_in_the question.

"No. Of course_not," I rejoined.

"O, then," he returned,_in a tone of relief, "how_could I? You were my
captain: how could_I give in so long as_you were holding on?"

I am_afraid the__Percivale_, without the _Mister_, came_again and again
after_this, though_I pulled myself_up for it as often as_I caught
myself.

"Now, papa!"_said Connie from the grass.

"Not yet,_my_dear. Wait till_your_mamma_and Wynnie_come. Let us_go_and
meet them,_Mr._Percivale."

"O yes, do, papa. Leave me_alone_here without knowing where I am or
what_kind of a place_I_am in. I should_like to know how it_feels. I
have never been alone in_all my_life."

"Very well,_my dear," I said; and Percivale and I left her alone_in the
ruins.

We found Ethelwyn toiling up_with Wynnie helping her_all she_could.

"Dear_Harry," she said,_"how_could you_think of bringing Connie up such
an awful_place? I_wonder you dared to do it."

"It's_done you see, wife,"_I_answered, "thanks to Mr. Percivale, who
has_nearly torn the breath out of_me. But now we must_get_you_up, and
you will say that_to see Connie's delight, not to_mention your own,_is
quite wages for the labour."

"Isn't she afraid_to_find herself so high up?"

"She knows_nothing_about it yet."