to be cruel to me, Doady!’

‘Cruel, my precious love! As if I would — or could — be cruel to you, for the world!’

‘Then don’t find fault with me,’ said Dora, making a rosebud of her mouth; ‘and I’ll be good.’

I was charmed by her presently asking me, of her own accord, to give her that cookery-book I had once spoken of, and to show her how to keep accounts as I had once promised I would.

I brought the volume with me on my next visit (I got it prettily bound, first, to make it look less dry and more inviting); and as we strolled about the Common, I showed her an old housekeeping-book of my aunt’s, and gave her a set of tablets, and a pretty little pencil-case