at least, been fatiguing. Mrs. Blake's illness had been trying, and Charlie had been at home for the last month, owing to the sudden death of his schoolmaster's wife having for a time broken up the school. Charlie had objected to Honor's proposal of a temporary school at Bayonne, and his mother would not force the point. Honor might teach him with Emmy, she said. It was a hard and ungracious task. Charlie was inclined to be exceedingly troublesome, and often gave Honor much anxiety by his habits and choice of companions among the wild peasantry round Anglet. Madame Beaulieu's nephew Guillaume was not at Bayonne then, nor any other of his sailor friends, and Honor feared the boy was getting into mischief from sheer idleness. She was delighted when Monsieur Gichaud wrote that he had procured a housekeeper, and his school was re-organized, and would open again on the 1st of May. Charlie was to leave Bayonne two days after Lady Tracy. Honor crossed the garden to her mother's house to lay kind Lady Tracy's plans before her, and at the door she met Conny, radiant and blooming. If Conny had of late yielded very willingly to her elder sister the trouble and responsibility of managing affairs at home, her love of power and cleverness were by no means dormant, only carried to a larger sphere, and she had made herself so useful to her friend Madame Bréguet that this leader of provincial fashion was, for the time at least, as much attached to her as was Lady Tracy to Honor. 'You need not trouble about a room for me in the house at Cambo,' said Conny. Madame Bréguet is going to Pau next week to spend the summer, and has asked me to accompany her; only, Honor, as I shall be no expense at home all that time, I suppose you can spare me a little more money. I shall want to dress better than I do here, you know.' 'I think I can, Conny. I will tell you by and bye,' said Honor, and she went back to Lady Tracy, and said— 'Dear aunt, to show how far I am from being "proud," I am going to ask you to give me the money for the pupils, though I do not go with you. Conny has been asked to accompany Madame Bréguet to Pau. Both of us cannot leave mamma and Newton at present, but I know what this trip will be to Conny.' 'And you-you will like Cambo as well as Paris?' and Lady Tracy took both Honor's hands, and looked straight in her face. 'I never said I should,' replied the girl, turning away her eyes, in which a mist would gather; 'but please, aunty, let Conny have the pleasure. I was the means of vexing her greatly some months ago; I think I did right, but I know she felt it very much; and now if you would help me to let her go to Pau?' 'She shall, my darling,' and the old lady kissed Honor with a warmth she seldom showed in such embraces. 'She shall go; and you shall nurse your mother at Cambo; and you must come to me as soon as Conny returns, and spend your holidays with me-remember that. Here is a cheque for the pupils; and as to-day is Thursday, let us go to Biarritz and call on Miss Morris, to see about her taking your place.' Honor ran to put on her bonnet. While so occupied Conny came to her door. 'I wish you could give me the money soon, Honor. I want to get my things at once. I am to spend to-morrow with Madame Bréguet, and I shall get her to help me to choose. I do not like going into shops with her without paying ready money. I heard her say she dis likes it.' 'I can give you two hundred francs,' said Honor, but I really have not got it by me now. You would not like to go into Messieurs Jarny's and Le Souffleur's to cash a cheque?' Certainly not; Madame Bréguet hates banks.' 'Then what can I do? I must go to Biarritz to-day, and I shall not be back from Bayonne to-morrow till two o'clock.' 'That will be too late,' said Conny. 'Send it by Madame Quinqualeronvontroyez, she has not gone off yet. There is Coquin at the She will bring it back to-night.' door. 'It is so large a sum to ask her to carry, a thousand francs.' 'I am sure it is quite safe,' persisted Conny. 'Ask Pauline.' Honor was herself very glad to escape the necessity of going into the bank, so Pauline was called, and agreed with Conny: Madame Quinqualeronvontroyez was safe-safe as anything could be. She never lost one sou, and might be trusted with uncounted gold. And Pauline descanted so long on the virtues of the Basque Mercury that the young ladies saw the old woman and her donkey passing down the road toward the town. 'La voilà partie !' cried Pauline, 'n'importe ! I will give it to her; one thousand francs on the bureau of Monsieur Jarny, je comprends;' and snatching up the paper she flew down-stairs and was about to run out of the door, when she heard Newton calling her. Tenez!' she cried, 'Jean! Jean Detrop! run after your grandmother and give her this piece of paper carefully, and tell her to bring for it a thousand francs, from Monsieurs Jarny and Le Souffleur in the Arceaux! One thousand francs, don't forget!' Jean Detrop, who was engaged with Charlie in manufacturing some fishing-tackle, went somewhat slowly to get his hat. 'How is it, Monsieur Charles,' he asked, look |