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a _ ae “ee A SILVER BRAND. 117 fied ashamed from out my brain. The very warmth of the sun had its beneficent gift. There! you see I am home again, invigorated, and as good, perhaps a little better than new. See my eggs froth !” She laughed softly as she finished, as if aware that her talk had strayed off a little beyond rood Mrs. Haynes’ fol- lowing, and fell to whisking furiously at the eggs. “There’s abit of cream in achiny-bowl in my closet, if you want it. Ishan’t use it myself. Him and I are poor enough in appetite this warm. spell,” quoth Mrs. Haynes, watching the dextrous movements of the fair arm and slender fingers, and not exactly knowing how to reply to the other portion of her argument. “If I take it, you must join us at supper; that will be fair, won’t it, grandma? And perhaps you will enjoy my omelet for not doing anything about it yourself. One gets weary of one’s own. And it’s wise, too, isn’t it, for so we are kept from getting selfish, and hiding away by our- selves.” “There’s nothing selfish about you, Serena Peyron, and — there hain’t been since ever you came into this house,” was Mrs. Haynes’ hearty indorsement. “I do believe if anything could make a sick person hungry it would be your tea-setting, for it’s just a picture you make it. And I’ll stay to-night, with many thanks.” “T wonder if I can’t coax out of grandma one of her little plum jars, in honor of our guests,” laughed Serena. ‘‘T’m ever so pleased, Mrs, Haynes, about your staying, especially because I promised to go across to the island again this evening, and I wouldn’t lke this littke woman to get lonesome.” “Going again, Serena! I don’t believe in the niphit air, if I do approve your afternon rows,” remonstrated Madame Peyron. “T won’t do it again, dear,” answered Serena, gently ; “but this time I couldn’t very well help it. You see there was alittle unpleasantness this afternoon. Lina’s aunt came, and’she was angry, and—to appease all I promised to come again this evening. You know the moonlight will - be glorious.” “T ghould like to see this Lina,” observed the grand- mother, meditatively. “T wonder ‘that she never comes to see you, Serena.” : ‘Tt ig not her fault. I wish indeed you might see and know her. Such another precious, willful, darling creat- ure can hardly exist. Itis such a wonder when her rela- GComicboo cS (Efe)