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      “Tell how the world was made,” said Miss Bruce, “that would be a very good subject.”

      “I cannot do that, I am sure! I do not know what stars are made of, they twinkle so; nor what makes flowers look so pretty, and smell so sweet; nor where the wind comes from, or what it is: it touches me, but I cannot touch it.”

      “You have never read ‘Evenings at Home,’” said Miss Bruce, “or you would know that ‘wind is but a quantity of air put into violent motion.’”

      “But what is the air? Tell me this.”

      “A clear thin fluid, certainly, and the earth is a vast ball; it would soon break its bounds, were it not attracted by the sun.”

      “But who preserves it in its regular motion?” asked Miss Damer.

      “Oh, Miss Damer,” exclaimed Miss Bruce, “all the stars, and the moon, and the trees, and all that we behold had but one to make them, and one to support them—the Great Almighty Maker, who gave me my voice to speak, my mind to think, and my eyes to look at the wonders of his works.”

      “I wish I knew how I speak, and look, and think,” said Isabella.

      “My dear little girl,” said Miss Damer, “very wise people are ignorant in many things. Learn to be good: it is the best knowledge.”

      “I do say my prayers every night and morning, and I’m sure I love papa and mamma dearly, and I try to love every body.”

      “This is one way certainly to be good, if you obey your parents as well as love them, and think of your prayers when you are repeating them.”

      “I am sure, Miss Damer, I should love you, you are so good. I never could learn my lessons without you assisted me.”

      “Because you are a dunce,” said Miss Bruce.

      “We shall see who will be the best girl and the best scholar, ‘the bright and idle one,’ or my little friend, with ‘patience and perseverance.’”

      CHAPTER VI

      A carriage and four, as it is styled, stopping suddenly at the gate, caused a little bustle. Amongst Mrs. Adair’s pupils, some were ready to look, and others to exclaim, “who can they be?” “what a beautiful girl!” and “what a nice little boy! but I fear he is lame!” “Oh, look! do look at that queer old lady following them out of the carriage! How oddly her nose is turned! and what a droll bonnet!” “I wonder whether they will dine with us!” “I should like to know who they are.”

      While these exclamations were uttered, Miss Vincent pursued other means of gaining intelligence of the new comers. She stole softly into the hall, and screened herself from observation, in a narrow passage leading to the store-room. The next moment she beheld a tall girl, an elderly lady, and a little boy ushered into the parlour. She listened to hear their names announced, but in vain. As she was returning to the school-room, the hall door was opened by Elizabeth. She hastily retreated into the passage: but betrayed herself by stumbling over a stand of plants, that had been placed there, till they could be conveniently removed.

      Elizabeth, hearing the noise, quickly stepped towards the passage, and perceiving her pupil, said very coolly: