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"He  has  grown  and  changed  so,  father,"  Lucjna

had  said ;  "  I  did  not  mean  to  be  diBcourteona,  and  I
will  remember  him  another  time."

Lucina  had  really  considered  afterwards.  Baying
nothing  to  her  father  or  her  mother,  that  the  yonng
man  was  very  handsome.  She  had  aat  qnite  still
that  Sunday  afternoon  in  the  meeting-honse,  and,  in-
stead of  liateniug  to  the  sermon,  had  searched  her
memory  for  old  pictnrea  of  Jerome.  She  had  re-
called distinctly  the  tea-drinking  in  her  aant  Ca-
milla's arbor,  hia  refusal  of  cake,  and  gift  of  sas-
safras-root  in  the  meadow;  also  his  repnlse  of  her
childish  generosity  when  she  wonld  have  given  him
her  little  savings  for  the  pnrchaae  of  shoes.  Old
stingB  of  the  spirit  can  often  be  revived  with  thought,
even  when  the  cause  is  long  passed.  Lucina,  sitting
there  in  meeting,  felt  again  the  pang  of  her  slight-
ed benevolence.  She  was  sure  that  she  would  re-
member Jerome  at  once  the  next  time  they  met,  but
for  a  minute  she  did  not.  She  bowed  and  shook
hands  prettily  with  Elmira,  then  turned  to  Jerome
and  stared  at  him,  all  nnmindful  of  her  manners,
thinking  vaguely  that  here  was  some  grand  young
gentleman  who  had  somehow  gotten  into  her  party
unbidden.  Such  a  fool  do  externals  make  of  the
memory,  which  needs  long  training  to  know  the
same  bird  in  different  feathers.
