A bright, cheerful wood fire was burning in the pleasant, great breakfast room, and the party who had just arrived were soon surrounded by smiles of welcome, while busy little fingers were assisting them to untie their bonnets, and unfasten their cloaks.  In a few moments the door opened, and a pale, but lovely looking girl, in deep mourning, entered the room.  She was a niece of Mr. Wharton’s, and, having lately been left an orphan, by the death of her mother, she had been brought by her kind uncle, to his hospitable home, where she was received by all as a member, henceforth, of their family.

“Well, aunty,” said she, after stooping to kiss Agnes, “you are back sooner than I expected.”

“Yes, dear, I was obliged to hurry; little Lewie is very ill, I fear.  By the way, Harry, run and tell Matthew that just as soon as he is warm, he must drive as fast as possible to the village, and ask Dr. Rodney to get directly into the sleigh, to go to your Aunt Elwyn’s; and tell him to call for me, as he comes back.”

“Why, mamma, are you going back there again?” asked Effie.

“Yes, love, I must go back, and remain with your Aunt Harriet to-day.  I only came home to make some arrangements for the family.  I want your papa to drive over for me to-night, after the little ones are all in bed; and I desire the rest of you to keep out of my way till I have changed my dress.  I do not know yet what is the matter with Lewie.  How do you feel, Emily?”

“Much better, thank you, aunty; I am quite prepared to play lady of the house in your absence.”

“Well, do put aside those books, dear:  your health is the most important thing now.  I wish I could leave you so busy with household concerns as to give you not a moment’s time for reading.”

“Dear aunty, I do not think the books hurt me; and you certainly would not have me grow up a dunce, would you?”

“No fear of that, dear; and I by no means wish you to give up your books altogether, but only to lay them aside till you get a little color in these pale cheeks.  I shall lay my commands on your uncle not to give you any more assistance in your studies till I give him permission.”

“Well, I’ll be very good, aunty, and I’ve promised the boys to take a run with them over to the pond, and see them skate; and besides, we are all invited to an entertainment in a certain snow palace, which is nearly finished, and which I have promised to grace with my presence.”

Just then two fine handsome boys, the pictures of health and good nature, rushed in.  These were Robert and Albert Wharton, home from school for the Christmas holidays.

“Mother, what will you give us for our entertainment?” they cried.

“Have you a table and seats?” she asked.

“Yes, all made of snow,” said Albert.  “But don’t let us tell her all about it, Bob; I want to surprise her.”

“I think your entertainment, to be in keeping with your furniture, ought to be of snow and icicles,” said Mrs. Wharton; “but, whatever it is, I am sorry that I cannot visit your snow palace to-day.”