“Oh! thank you, Miss Mary, thank you,” replied Marten most gratefully to the kind little girl, “thank you, I am so much obliged to you.”

But Marten spoke aloud, and thus drew Reuben’s attention to the fact that he was going to be left with strangers, and once more he raised a cry as much of passion as of fear.  So Marten, to soothe him, made a step towards the lawn with the child, though Mary still held his hand, giving a private sign to Marten that he might slip away on the first opportunity.

“Your tribute, your tribute,” exclaimed Jane Roscoe:  “not one step upon the grass, Master Mortimer, without giving up your cap as a sign you own us ‘The ladies of the lawn.’  Give it up, I command, or stay where you are.”

“Will you give it me again in a minute or two, as I come back,” asked Marten?

“Ask Frank Farleigh there if he has got his,” said Jane.  “You shall have yours when he has found his, that is if we can hide it as securely.”

“Then you may get it as you can,” retorted Marten rudely, stepping upon the grass, and on Jane’s springing after him setting off on a race as fast as he could across the lawn, in utter defiance of the young girls.  A cry was raised instantly, and all the children left their sports to pursue the boy, who had thus boldly defied their power; and lucky was it for him that he was agile and could twist and turn in his course as rapidly as a hare.  But when there is at least twelve to one and a clear space, the raced has little chance, and thus it came about that the boy in self defence was forced to fly towards the stables as the only place of safety, having no leisure even to think that he was leaving his brother amongst strangers, proving himself unable to withstand temptation, even during one short hour of his visit.  Marten, too, had raised a war between himself and the young girls of the party, which was not likely to be settled peacefully during the time of their stay at Mrs. Jameson’s, and thus he had, to a certain sense, separated himself either from Reuben or from the bigger boys, without intending to do so for the two parties, as might be foreseen by any experienced eye, were of too different a sort to get on hourly together, as their tastes and amusements were utterly at variance.

As my story is intended to shew that temptations hourly assail us, and that in our own strength we cannot often resist them, else wherefore did Our Lord teach his disciples to pray that they might not be led into temptation, but because he knew that man of himself never turns away from the forbidden fruit.  I shall not here speak much of how after a good run hither and thither, Marten at last found Edward and his companions in an open field, most of the horses and dogs from the stables being collected together, and such a scene of excitement going on that the boy had no leisure to think of anything that was not passing before his eye; and therefore, as Reuben did not appear,