"Your husband is a very intelligent man, Harrie," observed Miss Dallas, studying her lavenders and lemons thoughtfully.

So, when Rocko dragged heavily and more heavily at his mother's skirts, and the Doctor and Pauline wandered off to climb the cliffs, Harrie did not seek to follow or to call them back.

exclaimed Harrie; "why, how long has Tennessee been in?

Harrie spoke quickly, for the hot tears sprang.

In fact, when Pauline had been in the house four or five days, Harrie, who never thought very much of herself, became so painfully alive to her own deficiencies, that she fell into a permanent fit of low spirits, which did not add either to her appearance or her vivacity.

"I thought your calls were going to take till dinner, Myron," called Harrie, through the blinds.

Won't you come down?" Harrie thanked him, saying, in a pleasant nonchalant way, that she could not leave the baby.

She put little Harrie into her cradle, crept upon the bed, and lay perfectly still for a long time.

"My perfumery never lasts," said Harrie, once, stooping to pick up Pauline's fine handkerchief, to which a faint scent like unseen heliotrope clung; it clung to everything of Pauline's; you would never see a heliotrope without thinking of her, as Dr. Sharpe had often said.

But sachet powder, you should know, is a dollar an ounce, and Harrie must needs content herself with "the American," which could be had for fifty cents; and so, of course, after she had spent her money, and made her little silk bags, and put them away into her bureau drawers, Myron never told her, for all her pains, that she reminded him of a heliotrope with the dew on it.

"What's all this nonsense, Harrie?" said her husband, in a sharp tone.

"Harrie, this is very imprudent,very!

Harrie was apt to be too busy in the kitchen to run and meet him when he came home at dusk.

In the evening Harrie talked of Rocko, or the price of butter; she did not venture beyond, poor thing!

It was observable that, in proportion to the frequency with which he found it natural to remark his fondness for Harrie, his attentions to her increased.

What if there were any way of creeping back through them to be little Harrie Bird again?

Harrie's was a strong, healthy little soul, with a strong, healthy love of life; but she fell down there that dreary afternoon, prone upon the nursery floor, among the yellow wedding lace, and prayed God to let her die.

It was quite late when they came up for Harrie.

"How careless in Harrie!" said her husband, impatiently.

His mind ran like lightning, while he hung the thing back upon its nail, over Harrie's ancestry.

He would not have exchanged one glimpse of Harrie's little homely face just then for an eternity of sunset-sailing with the "friend of his soul."

Harrie's little boat was gone.

We put out into the surf not knowing what else to do, and called for Harrie; we leaned on our oars to listen, and heard the water drip into the boat, and the dull thunder beyond the bar; we called again, and heard a frightened sea-gull scream.

It chanced to be one of Alger's, which somebody had lent to the Doctor before Harrie's illness; it was a marked book, and I ran my eye over the pencilled passages.

she had wanted to be dead so long, and then "Harrie!" said the Doctor, at his wit's end, "this will never do in the world.