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24 , HIS GRACE. “ Let us hope that she will marry,” said I; for I could hit upon nothing more original or more comforting to say. “Yes,” assented my mother, “that is what we must hope for; and even if she should not make such a mar- riage as we might have thought desirable in old days, we must still be thankful that she has found a home. This afternoon she has gone over to Fern Hill to see Lady Deverell, who has been most kind to her. Lady Deverell is really a good, kind woman !”’ My mother said this as if she rather expected to be contradicted, and, as a matter of fact, I did not alto- gether agree with her; but, not wishing to be argument- ative, I thought it would save time to inquire at once whether Lady Deverell had selected a husband for Nora. I obtained no reply, for at this moment my mother dropped her ball of wool, which she begged me to pick up for her, saying that the housemaid always made a point of entangling her legs in it when it was left on the floor ; and before I was off my knees Nora herself had come in. As my sister Nora is one of the personages chiefly concerned in the simple narrative which I have under- taken to relate, I should be glad, if I could, to convey some accurate impression of her; but my own impres- sion of her is, I suppose, a good deal colored by frater- nal partiality, and it may very well be that she did not appear such a strikingly pretty girl to everybody as she always appeared to me. Still I do think, that almost everybo ould have admitted the fact of her pret- tiness if only in virtue of her dark blue eyes and long, curved eyelashes. Such eyes are unquestionably both rare and beautiful, and although the rest of her features may not have been absolutely perfect, she had the Eomichooks (E(0)