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"Well, my dear," said Mrs. Vincy, wheeling skilfully, "if she _had_

some fortune left her,--a man marries his wife's relations, and the

Garths are so poor, and live in such a small way. But I shall leave

you to your studies, my dear; for I must go and do some shopping."

"Fred's studies are not very deep," said Rosamond, rising with her

mamma, "he is only reading a novel."

"Well, well, by-and-by he'll go to his Latin and things," said Mrs.

Vincy, soothingly, stroking her son's head. "There's a fire in the

smoking-room on purpose. It's your father's wish, you know--Fred, my

dear--and I always tell him you will be good, and go to college again

to take your degree."

Fred drew his mother's hand down to his lips, but said nothing.

"I suppose you are not going out riding to-day?" said Rosamond,

lingering a little after her mamma was gone.

"No; why?"

"Papa says I may have the chestnut to ride now."

"You can go with me to-morrow, if you like. Only I am going to Stone

Court, remember."

"I want to ride so much, it is indifferent to me where we go." Rosamond

really wished to go to Stone Court, of all other places.

"Oh, I say, Rosy," said Fred, as she was passing out of the room, "if

you are going to the piano, let me come and play some airs with you."

"Pray do not ask me this morning."

"Why not this morning?"

"Really, Fred, I wish you would leave off playing the flute. A man

looks very silly playing the flute. And you play so out of tune."

"When next any one makes love to you, Miss Rosamond, I will tell him

how obliging you are."

"Why should you expect me to oblige you by hearing you play the flute,

any more than I should expect you to oblige me by not playing it?"

"And why should you expect me to take you out riding?"

This question led to an adjustment, for Rosamond had set her mind on

that particular ride.

So Fred was gratified with nearly an hour's practice of "Ar hyd y nos,"

"Ye banks and braes," and other favorite airs from his "Instructor on

the Flute;" a wheezy performance, into which he threw much ambition and

an irrepressible hopefulness.