nurse saw the spirit of opposition in her act, and, calling her to her side, said gently, "Your mamma is not used to the country here, I am sure that she will wish us to have a fire, when she knows that these large and cold rooms would be very chilly without. Now show me all the beautiful play things which she has brought you." The Indian spoke cheerfully, but she did not feel as she spoke; she was too shrewd not to perceive the petty and unkind spirit of jealously which animated Mrs. Dalton, and her heart sunk within her as she considered the influence which her new mistress would in future exercise over those who were dearer to her than her own life.
A few days passed on—and never did a few days bring about more changes. The furniture was moved, the dinner-hours altered, all old habits were infringed, and, before a month was out, every servant had given warning. Mrs. Whyte was the last. "I had hoped," said she, "to have lived died in the old house—I am sure I have done my duty by its master—but I am too old to take up
