so. Ah, I shall remember it; because it is so queer a name. But stop, I had better write it down. Lend me your hat, poor boy, to write on.’

‘I have a great mind to lend you a box on the ear,’ I answered her in my vexation, ‘and I would, if you had not been crying so, you sly good-for-nothing baggage. As it is, I shall keep it for Master Faggus, and add interest for keeping.’

‘Oh no, John; oh no, John,’ she begged me earnestly, being sobered in a moment. ‘Your hand is so terribly heavy, John; and he never would forgive you; although he is so good-hearted, he cannot put up with an insult. Promise me, dear John, that you will not strike him; and I will promise you faithfully to keep your secret, even from mother, and even from Cousin Tom himself.’

‘And from Lizzie; most of all, from Lizzie,’ I answered very eagerly, knowing too well which of my relations would be hardest with me.

‘Of course from little Lizzie,’ said Annie, with some contempt; ‘a young thing like her cannot be kept too long, in my opinion, from the knowledge of such subjects. And besides, I should be very sorry if Lizzie had the right to know your secrets, as I have, dearest John. Not a soul shall be the wiser for your having trusted me, John; although I shall be very wretched when you are late away at night, among those dreadful people.’

‘Well,’ I replied, ‘it is no use crying over spilt milk Annie. You have my secret, and I have yours; and I scarcely know which of the two is likely to have the worst time of it, when it comes to mother’s ears. I could put up with perpetual scolding but not with mother’s sad silence.’

‘That is exactly how I feel, John.’ and as Annie said it she brightened up, and her soft eyes shone upon me; ‘but now I shall be much happier, dear; because I shall try to help you. No doubt the young lady deserves it, John. She is not after the farm, I hope?’

‘She!’ I exclaimed; and that was enough, there was so much scorn in my voice and face.

‘Then, I am sure, I am very glad,’ Annie always made the best of things; ‘for I do believe that Sally Snowe has taken a fancy to our dairy-place, and the pattern of our cream-pans; and she asked so much about our meadows, and the colour of the milk—’

‘Then, after all, you were right, dear Annie; it is the ground she dotes upon.’

‘And the things that walk upon it,’ she answered me with another kiss; ‘Sally has taken a wonderful fancy to our best cow, “Nipple-pins.” But she never shall have her now; what a consolation!’

We entered the house quite gently thus, and found Farmer Nicholas Snowe asleep, little dreaming how his plans had been overset between us. And then Annie said to me very slyly, between a smile and a blush,—

‘Don’t you wish Lorna Doone was here, John, in the parlour along with mother; instead of those two fashionable milkmaids, as Uncle Ben will call them, and poor stupid Mistress Kebby?’

‘That indeed I do, Annie. I must kiss you for only thinking of it. Dear me, it seems as if you had known all about us for a twelvemonth.’

‘She loves you, with all her heart, John. No doubt about that of course.’ And Annie looked up at me, as much as to say she would like to know who could help it.

‘That’s the very thing she won’t do,’ said I, knowing that Annie would love me all the more for it, ‘she is only beginning to like me, Annie; and as for loving, she is so young that she only loves her grandfather. But I hope she will come to it by-and-by.’