. Those midsummer fairies . r, in a momentof strict confidence— Effie, I dont think I love MissBrady. 0 Jeanie ! cried Effie, looking shocked. Why,weve known Miss Brady so long, ever since we werequite little. An shes—shes so clever an good. Shes too good, returned the irrepressible Jeanie,determinedly. An I dont see why one need like aperson cos youve known them a long time, she con-cluded—with a fine disregard for grammar. It seems unkind not to, remarked her sister,dubiously. Jeanie was less tender-hearted. She shook back hercurls and repeated, stolidly, I dont love her. /do, said loyal lit
. Those midsummer fairies . r, in a momentof strict confidence— Effie, I dont think I love MissBrady. 0 Jeanie ! cried Effie, looking shocked. Why,weve known Miss Brady so long, ever since we werequite little. An shes—shes so clever an good. Shes too good, returned the irrepressible Jeanie,determinedly. An I dont see why one need like aperson cos youve known them a long time, she con-cluded—with a fine disregard for grammar. It seems unkind not to, remarked her sister,dubiously. Jeanie was less tender-hearted. She shook back hercurls and repeated, stolidly, I dont love her. /do, said loyal little Effie. 72 THOSE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES. Well, praps so. You an mes different. I mightlike her, if it wasnt for the perf rated card book-markers an the horrid pinafores, an—an the back-boards—but—but Im not sure of that even, con-cluded Jeanie with her usual Jcanie tossed the curls back from her rosy face and laughed. CHAPTER IV. A SECRET. I have a secret to tellBetween you and me and the post,And which of we three will keep it best?Well—whisper ! I think the post. —Nursery Ballads. THE sun was setting, and the western heavens werebathed in a beautiful glory of gold. The rooks wereflying homewards, cawing and chattering—to theirnests in the topmost branches of the churchyardtrees. The pleasant restfulness of a summers even-ing lay upon the pretty country scene. It was thathour when: Even fall descendeth Over mead and hill,Peace her angels sendeth,And the world grows still. The lambs had gone to bed among the dewy daisiesand buttercups, and the little birds on\y twitteredsleepily in the leafy trees. Jeanie and Effie sat on arough wooden bench, just outside the garden-door ofRose Villa, and ate their supper of oatmeal porridgeout of little old blue china bowls. Chum lay at theirfeet, watching them affectionate!}^ albeit somewhatdrowsi
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