she'll have no objections, I'm sure I'll make you a pocket, dear."

It was pretty to see the little thing watching her maid at work during the operation of making this pocket, stepping about upon "tipping toes," as she called it, peeping in and out, interrupting her maid twenty times to see if it was done; and when the tiny, rose-coloured bag, hung by rosecoloured riband, was fastened round her little waist, the shout of exulting joy with which the possession was hailed!

The pocket was so pretty, that Amy, proud of her work, suffered the little child to go down to dessert with it.

She came in with the others, made her dear little modest curtsey at the door, with her eyes demurely bent to the ground; and as soon as the ceremony was over, uttering a scream of delight, ran across the floor to where Mr. Chandos sat, calling out,

He stooped down and lifted his idol on his lap. "Have you, Kitty of all Kittys? Let me see it. What an event!"

She was busy opening the strings, and shewing how she could put her hand in and out; and when this was done, she began to lay hold of some dried sweetmeats which lay upon her father's plate, and to stow them, without ceremony, away.

"Hallo!" cried he, "what are you doing, Kitty? You must n't take things in that way, you know."

She crowed aloud that crow of childish triumph and satisfaction; and continued stowing away as fast as her little fingers could go.

"You'll spoil your pretty pocket, Kitty," said Mrs. Ernest, who sat by.

She looked up at her, and laughed.

"Give me more."

Why, you little, unreasonable, greedy thing!" said her father; "I never saw you in such a

humour before, Kitty."

"I want some of those."

"Almonds and raisins?

No, no; you must

not carry away all the dessert in your new pocket.

don't know what to make of you to-day, Kitty.

The dignity of the pocket seems to have quite turned her head," said he to Mrs. Ernest.

"Do, please, papa; some almonds and raisins.” "No, Kitty has had enough."

"I've haven't had one."

"No, but you have got more than is good for you there."

Kitty scrambled up as usual when she had a secret to tell her father, and put her little mouth close to his cheek.

How he did love those secrets!

"It's-not-for-my-self."

"What for, then, my darling?" kissing her. "That-poor-boy."

They sat upon a cushion by the fire in Calantha's room, and ate the dessert thus obtained, together.

There are pictures of our early infancy which remain indelible when all else are forgotten; to his dying hour he never forgot that day, when

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he sat upon a cushion by her side, and the little creature in the white frock kept drawing forth her treasures, one after another, from, to him, that exquisitely beautiful rose-coloured pocket, and sharing them, with the most scrupulous regard to justice, between them.

VOL. II.

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CHAPTER VI.

"While from the bounded level of our mind,
Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind."

POPE.

TIME rolls on.

We postpone the consideration of difficulties. which lie in the distance, and perhaps we are not altogether unwise in so doing; the present day usually finds work sufficient for itself, and requires our whole attention; but Time-inexorable Time rolls on, and at length brings us face to face with the inevitable perplexity, and too often before we are prepared to meet it.

The infant had grown to a child -- the child to a boy.

A good and docile boy, but a fine, intelligent,