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160 GRATIA’S TRIALS. unruly boys, has its admixture of the unpleasant, as Gratia. found to her cost long before the Madagascar reached the port of Havre. The Pennilon party remained just a week in Tonia enck a hurried week of sight-seeing that-Gratia felt as if it were a fe- vered dream, and Roswell grumbled that the Tower of London and Tussaud’s Waxworks were all fermenting together in his brain. Warwickshire was the first county in which Mr. Pennilon deigned to pause—an antique country town, called Cheyne Regis, through which murmured the drowsy tides of a beautiful river. There was an ancient church to be seen here, full of quaint il- luminations, and moss-grown tombs, and an old ruin on the hill-side, and that was all.” ‘‘What made papa stop at this slow place?” said Hadley, yawning fearfully, the morning alte their arrival. ‘‘ There's nothing going on, not even a circus.’ Gratia gould not help smiling at the boy's idea of lively ‘‘ooings Om.” ‘<T believe,” said she, ‘‘ that that rich hardware man in Lon- don x ‘Old Knives-and-Forks?” interrupted Adolphus. ‘‘ You needn’t look so solemn, Miss Kempfield ; it’s what his coachee called him. I drove all round the square alongside of the coachee, while papa was in the parlor with the old man. He let me take the reins twice, and I gave him a shilling—I did.” ‘* His name was Carstell,” said Gratia, gravely; ‘‘and he gave your papa a card to admit him to look ata very splendid country place here—Melworth Hall, it is called—where there are some very fine statues and pictures.” ‘‘Hang the statues and pictures!” said the irreverent Adolphus. ‘‘I’m going after trout with the landlord’s brother. We're going to take our lunch with us, and bring home trout enough for all the family supper, see if we don’t.” And Master Adolphus kept to his resolution, so that the GComicbooks.com