6 *AIRY FAIRY LILIAN.'
possession of her lips and a flickering frown adorns her
brow. Aunt Priscilla is coming, and Aunt Priscilla
brings victory in her train, and it is not everyone can
accept defeat with grace.
She hastily pulls up one of the blinds; and as old
Miss Chesney opens the door and advances up the
room, young Miss Chesney rather turns her shoulder
to her and stares moodily out of the window. But
Aunt Priscilla is not to be daunted.
' Well, Lilian,' she says in a hopeful tone, and with
an amount of faith admirable under the circumstances,
' I trust you have been thinking it over favourably,
' Thinking what over ?' asks LiHan; which inter¬
ruption is a mean subterfuge.
'-------And that the night has induced you to see
your situation in its proper light.'
' You speak as though I were the under-house-
maid,' says Lilian, with a faint sense of humour.
' And yet the word suits me. Surely there never yet
was such a situation as mine. I wish my horrid cousin
had been drowned in-------. No, Aunt Priscilla, the
night has not reformed me. On the contrary, it has
demoralised me, through a dream. I dreamt I went
to Chetwoode, and, lo ! the very first night I slept
beneath its roof the ceiling in my room gave way, and
falling, crushed me to fine powder. After such a
ghastly warning do you still advise me to pack up and
be off ? If you do,' says Lilian solemnly, ' my blood
be on your head.'
'Dreams go by contraries,' quotes Miss Priscilla
sententiously. 'I don't believe in them. Besides,
from all I have heard of the Chetwoodes they are far
too well-regulated a family to have anything amiss
with their ceilings.'
' Oh, how you do add fuel to the fire that is con¬
suming me ! * exclaims Lilian, with a groan. ' A well-
regulated family—what can be more awful ? Ever