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Rupert's Choe. 199 ‘YT don’t know what the mistake is!” said the supposed Miss Herries, turning to Mrs. Loraine with crimson cheeks and looking ready to cry. ‘‘My name is Marian Harris, and I came down te Helmsleigh yesterday to live with Mrs. Loraine.” Light broke in upon us, though how it had all happened we could not tell. Mrs. Loraine, not heeding Rupert’s excited question, ‘But where zs Mona?” kindly answered Miss Harris: “It is not your fault, my dear, only a mistake from the similarity of names. You were going to Helmsleigh Grange, I imagine, to my cousin Mrs. George Loraine. I sent to meet a Miss Herries, who is to be my daughter-in-law.” ‘‘The servant came up to me and said, Miss Harris? (at least I thought so) for Helmsleigh ? and I said ‘Yes,’ and came here. Nothing you said showed me there was a mistake. I am very sorry,” said Miss Harris, much confused. ‘ But, mother !” began Rupert, ‘where ‘‘Mrs. George Loraine and Miss Herries!” announced Saunders, throwing open the door very wide. Rupert’s face lighted up as he sprang forward to the side of the girl I had seen in church. ‘Mona, my darling, what does all this mean?” Mrs. George Loraine laughed. ‘‘ Why, it means that young men should go to stations themselves to meet young ladies, instead of going off to cricket matches and sending the footman! Your young lady came to my house, and a nice dull evening she must have had, for I was dining ten miles off! And m#tzne, I suppose, came here—yes, I see there she is !—Well! my dear, go and pack up your things again, for the cart will be here directly with Miss Herries’ luggage, and will take yours back.” Miss Harris, embarrassed and mortified, left the room as if glad of an excuse to do so. I was sorry for her, for her position was awkward. Rupert, meanwhile, had been introducing the real Mona to his mother. What. a different greeting it was! Then heturned tome. “Now, Mona, here is Miss Barlow, only you don’t know her by that name !” Miss Herries put both hands into mine and raised her sweet face to be kissed, and whispered, “ You will help me to learn how to be a daughter to her.” ‘¢Well, Rupert!” said Mrs. George, in her loud voice. “It was a queer way for her to come to Helmsleigh for the first time, in the omnibus from Newbury, and then find an empty house to receive her!” “In the omnibus !” cried Rupert, vehemently. “Yes, justin the common omnibus, sir! ” said Mrs. George, laughing. ‘Tt is a capital joke. Tell them about it, my dear!” Miss Herries laughed. ‘TI got-out at Newbury, saw my box out of the van, and tolda porter I expected some one to meet me from Helms- leigh. He asked if I were the young lady for Mrs. Loraine’s, and I said I was. Then he called out to another man, pointing to my box, 33 EOMRniilElooe _ SS (CO)