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HAPPINESS RESTORED AT THE GROVE. 31 / CHAPTER V. HOME AGAIN. « DARLING, we are back again at the Grove. I hasten to tell you that one fearful time of expected trial has been spared us. We passed last August in Paris, and there was no symp- tom of disease in Harrison. Do you not congratulate us ?— for there is hope. They tell us so, all the old physicians, and that we need no longer dread for him, There is no danger now, except from some sudden and serious trouble, and even then, they say, that will not shock his brain, but may affect his spirits, causing a wild melancholy. You do not know how happy this makes. us all—no more dread, no more trial. My mother is so changed in a year that you would hardly know her. She seems regaining her youth, so heavy a bur- den has been rolled from her life. Come and see us. I am at present ill, with a sprained ancle, and confined to my sofa, so that your presence will be doubly welcome. Coraline received this welcome letter with rapture. It came when she was engaged in cooking, for she did not . disdain, as the majority of delicately-bred women of the pres- ent day do, to make herself mistress of all household duties, Very pretty she looked, too, in her neat chintz dress, her hair securely hidden under a tasteful little covering, and her sleeves tucked around her elbow. The sun shone in with a broad smile, lighting up all the corners, giving grand illuminations by dancing over burnished tins, and enfolding in its luster as in a mantle. She went with the glad to her mother, with whom Arty was sitting, smiling over"her stent. “ We didn’t expect them for two months, you know,” said Cora, blushing and smiling. “Oh, Pm so glad,” Arty responded, with a quicker motion of the needle ; “ the Grove has looked so awfully dull @ been gone. If been for Bridget Bumbl ham, it would have seem like a tomb. Now, when Be Dn Te acne es «“ Wel” said Mrs. Reynolds, with a quiet smile. a, comliclbdooks.com