Lady Latimer acknowledged the courteous disclaimer with that exquisite smile which had been the magic of her loveliness always.  The children would appreciate the kindness of a stranger, she said; and with a perfect grace yielded the precedence, and at the same time resigned the opportunity she had always enjoyed before of giving the children a monition once a year on their duty to God, their parents, their pastors and masters, elders and betters, and neighbors in general.  Whether my lady felt aggrieved or not nobody could discern; but the people about were aggrieved for her, and Miss Buff confided to a friend, in a semi-audible whisper of intense exasperation, that the rector was the biggest muff and toady that ever it had been her misfortune to know.  Miss Buff, it will be perceived, liked strong terms; but, as she justly pleaded in extenuation of a taste for which she was reproached, what was the use of there being strong terms in the language if they were not to be applied on suitable occasions?

The person, however, on whom this incident made the deepest impression was Bessie Fairfax.  Bessie admired Lady Latimer because she was admirable.  She had listened too often to Mr. Carnegie’s radical talk to have any reverence for rank and title unadorned; but her love of beauty and goodness made her look up with enthusiastic respect to the one noble lady she knew, of whom even the doctor spoke as “a great woman.”  The children sang their grace and sat down to tea, and Lady Latimer stood looking on, her countenance changed to a stern gravity; and Bessie, quite diverted from the active business of the feast, stood looking at her and feeling sorry.  The child’s long abstracted gaze ended by drawing my lady’s attention.  She spoke to her, and Bessie started out of her reverie, wide-awake in an instant.

“Is there nothing for you to do, Bessie Fairfax, that you stand musing?  Bring me a chair into the shade of the old walnut tree over yonder.  I have something to say to you.  Do you remember what we talked about that wet morning last winter at my house?”

“Yes, my lady,” replied Bessie, and brought the chair with prompt obedience.

On the occasion alluded to Bessie had been caught in a heavy rain while riding with the doctor.  He had deposited her in Lady Latimer’s kitchen, to be dried and comforted by the housekeeper while he went on his farther way; and my lady coming into the culinary quarter while Bessie was there, had given her a delicious cheese-cake from a tin just hot out of the oven, and had then entered into conversation with her about her likes and dislikes, concluding with the remark that she had in her the making of an excellent National School mistress, and ought to be trained for that special walk in life.  Bessie had carried home a report of what Lady Latimer had said; but neither her father nor mother admired the suggestion, and it had not been mentioned again.  Now, however, being comfortably seated, my lady revived