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46 THE EVIL GENIUS. child who had never been accustomed to wait for anything since the day when she was born.” Governesses in general would have found it no easy matter to produce a favorable impression on Kitty, and to exert the nec- essary authority in instructing her at the same time. Spoilt children pipe ld moralists may say to the contrary) are com- panionable and affectionate children, tor the most part—except when they encounter the unfortunate persons employed to in- troduce them to useful knowledge. Mr. and Mrs. Linley (guiltily conscious of having been too fond of their only child to subject her to any sort of discipline) were not very willing to contemplate the prospect before Miss Westerfield on her first establishment in the schoolroom. ‘To their surprise and relief there proved to be no cause for anxiety afterall. Without mak- ing any attempt to assert her authority, the new governess suc- obs nevertheless when older and wiser women would have ailed. The secret of Sydney’s triumph over adverse circumstances lay hidden in Sydney herself. Everything in the ordinary routine of life at Mount Morven was a source of delight and surprise to the unfortunate creature who had passed through six years of cruelty, insult, and priva- tion at her aunt’s school, Look where she might, in her new sphere of action, she saw pleasant faces, and heard kind words, At meal times, wonderful achievements in the art of cookery appeared on the table which she had not only never tasted, but never even heard of. When she went out walking with her pupil they were free to go where they pleased, without restric- tion of time—except the time of dinner. To breathe the deli- cious air, to look at the glorious scenery, were enjoyments so exquisitely exhilarating that, by Sydney’s own confession, she became quite light-headed with pleasure. She ran races with Kitty—and nobody reproved her. She rested, out of breath, while the stronger child was ready to run on—and no merciless voice cried, ‘‘ None of your laziness; time’s up!” Wild flowers that she had never yet seen might be gathered, and no offense was committed. Kitty told her the names of the flowers, and the names of the summer insects that flashed and hummed in the hill-side breezes; and was so elated at teaching her governess that her rampant spirits burst out in singing. ‘Your turn next,” the joyous child cried, when she, too, was out of breath. ‘‘ Sing, Sydney—sing!” Alas for Sydney! She had not sung since those happiest days of her childhood, when her good father had told her fairy stories, and taught her songs. They were all forgotten now. ‘I can’t sing, Kitty; I can’t sing.” The pupil, hearing this melancholy confession, became governess once more. ‘‘Say the words, Syd; and hum the tune after me.” They laughed over the singing-lesson, until the echoes of the hills mocked them, and laughed too. Looking into the schoolroom one day, Mrs. Linley found that the serious business of teaching was not neglected. The lessons went on smoothly, without an obstacle in the way. Kitty was incapable of disappointing her friend and playfellow, who made learning GomichbooksreGo