CHAPTER X.
CHANGES Why did you take all I said for certain When I so gleefully threw the glove?
Couldn't you see that I made a curtain Out of my laughter to hide my love?
"My dear," said Miss Farringdon, when Elisabeth came down one morning to breakfast, "there is sad news to-day." Miss Farringdon was never late in a morning.

She regarded early rising as a virtue on a par with faith and charity; while to appear at the breakfast-table after the breakfast itself had already appeared thereon was, in her eyes, as the sin of witchcraft.
"What is the matter ?" asked Elisabeth, somewhat breathlessly.

She had run downstairs at full speed in order to enter the dining-room before the dishes, completing her toilet as she fled; and she had only beaten the bacon by a neck.
"Richard Smallwood has had a paralytic stroke.

Christopher sent up word the first thing this morning." "Oh! I am so sorry.

Mr.Smallwood is such a dear old man, and used to be so kind to Christopher and me when we were little." "I am very sorry, too, Elisabeth.