4 MOLLY BAWN.
last week 1' murmurs Letitia in a slow, self-congratulatory
' More than fortunate,' says Molly.
' Twenty men killed, Letty !' repeats Mr. Massereene
' I don't beUeve there is a spare bath in the house,' ex¬
claims Letitia, again sinking into the lowest depths of despair.
' You forget the old one in the nursery. It will do for
the children very well, and he can have the new one,' saya
' Twenty men killed, Molly !' reiterates IMr. Massereene,
a faint gleam of surprised disgust creeping into his eyes.
' So it will, dear. Molly, you are an immense comfort
What did you say, John? Twenty men killed 1 Dreadful I
I wonder,'Molly, if I might suggest to him that I would
not like him to smoke in bed] I hear a preat many young
men have that habit; indeed, a brother of mine, years ago,
at home, nearly set the house on fire one night with a cigar.'
' Let me do all the lecturing,' says Molly g.aily; ' there
is nothing I should like better.'
' Talk of ministering angels indeed !' mutters Mr. Masse-
)'eene, rising, and making for the door, paper and all. ' I
dun't believe they would care if England was swamped, so
long as they had clean ciutaius for LuttixU's bed,'
A liivi'ly lady, garmented in liglit
From liir own beauty.—SiiKi.i.i'.Y.
Ti[E day that is to bring them Luttrell has dawned, deepened,
burst into jierfect Ijeauty, and now hold.s out its arms
to the roslful evening. ^V glorious sunny evening as yet,
full of its lingering youth, with scarce a hint of the noon's
decay. The little yellow sunbeams, richer perh.aps in tint
than they were two hours agone, still play their games of
hide-and-seek and bo-peep amongst the roses that climb and
spread themselves in all their creamy, rosy, snowy loveliness
over th?, long, low house where live the Massereenes, aud
breathe forth scented kisses to the wooing wind.