You see, the fact is those sleeping-boxes on board ship are so small the darlings were obliged to hang up their crinolines in the cabin last night, and the stewardess hasn't come to distribute them again.

A SENSATION NOVEL.

CHAPTER V.

Joy! Jane Reid is coming to stay with us as my governess. Dear papa is very fond of her. I think he has noticed our mutual attachment, and he already treats her as a daughter. She sits on his knee for hours together Dear Jane Reid! I am so glad you like your future papa! What a happy happy family we shall be!

CHAPTER VI.

WE meet at the Hick's, Jane Reid and I. On Twelfth Night. I love Jane Reid as soon as I see her. She is tall, grandly tall, graceful, dark, with big rolling eyes. She is older than I: in point of fact she is twenty- Misery! James Jones has come home for the holidays! He lives next seven. I forgot to say that I am nine. I dance twice with her; I fight door to me, and makes love to Jane over the balcony. He has certain perJames Jones for her, and I thrash James Jones, though he is ten-and-a-sonal attractions, there is no denying that. But he is a boy of an ill-reguhalf, and in trowsers. I give Jane Reid a harlequin off the Twelfth Cake. lated turn of mind, and has a taste for skinning mice. I caught Jane asking She does not eat it. Agony! She observes my sorrow and asks its source. him whether he liked his school! A hideous double meaning may lie beneath I tell her. She pleads that it will disagree with her. So it will! I see it these remarkable words. I will watch him with her, carefully. all! Rapture! CHAPTER II.

Our loves progress. James Jones has gone to school. I am to remain at home and have a governess. Poor James Jones! I have not yet declared myself, but we, that is Jane Reid and I, understand each other. On the fourteenth I send her a valentine-an original one. It is to the follow ing effect: "Friendship fills the heart with love and admiration;

Adieu, Jane, frank and hoppy!"

I cannot help loving her-she is so grandly beautiful! She has given me some barley sugar, which I wear next my heart. The days are getting warmer, and the heat begins to tell upon it-the barley sugar, of course. It trickles in an uncomfortable manner. Nevertheless, I persevere. It shall abide there as long as the weather will allow of it. Everybody loves Jane Reid. Even my papa adores her. If I had a mamma, she would, I am sure, adore her also. I drink to her in ginger-wine!

CHAPTER VII.

It is but too true! They love each other. She is unwell-he sends her a bottle of leeches of his own gathering, and she has accepted them, and they are now pulling away at her own gathering! For it is a gathering! On the thumb! I need hardly say that James Jones dies. I catch him in our parlour one day when papa is out with my Jane. He is at the jam. I hit him on the head. He kicks and dies. How to dispose of him? Agony! Papa and Jane are at the door-another moment and they will discover all! Ha! The grate! A good thought. I stuff the body in the drawing-room grate and conceal it with the fire board. I receive them with a smile. Jane says I am a good boy. And so I am.

He asks me how I should like Miss Reid to live with us for ever? I reply, For a month I have been happy. Papa's affection for Jane is delightful. "Rapture!" He rejoins, "Quite so." Darling Jane, I must soon declare myself. This wooing of ours has continued long enough.

CHAPTER XI.

Home to that dreadful drawing room! We have begun fires, and on the