inexpensive adornments; and you were always greeted by the penetrating aroma of delicate flowers. The little parlor and her husband's study were invariably decked with them. She never spread the table for meals without placing upon it a tiny vase, freshly filled, or a basket of moss inlaid with expanding buds. Dishes of fruit were usually garnished with leaves and scented blossoms. Indeed, Amy had a strong propensity to imitate the fanciful culinary achievements of the fair Imogen, who cut into symbolical shapes the roots she cooked. At least so Ethan used laughingly to tell her when he tasted her preserves. Many a jest passed between the pair on the subject of her beautifying touches, for Mr. Mildmay was as cheerful as he was devout, and
"They sweetened every meal with social glee."
Amy was soon valued by her husband's parishioners. She mingled with them as constantly as her household duties permitted. The qualities of heart and intellect, the cultivation and genial grace that had made her the delight of her former social sphere, rendered her beloved in her new position. Her prompt sympathy, her quick appreciation, her cheerful looks, her winning manners, the penetrating melody of her voice, elicited spontaneous confidence and won involuntary affection. Every one, but Ethan, was surprised to see how quickly she became acquainted with the most
