The Dodds were dead. For twenty year they had slept under the greengraves of Kittery churchyard. The townfolk still spoke of them kindly.The keeper of the alehouse, where David had smoked his pipe, regrettedhim regularly, and Mistress Kitty, Mrs. Dodd's maid, whose trim figurealways looked well in her mistress's gowns, was inconsolable. TheHardins were in America. Raby was aristocratically gouty; Mrs. Raby,religious. Briefly, then, we have disposed of—
1. Mr. and Mrs. Dodd (dead).
2. Mr. and Mrs. Hardin (translated).
3. Raby, baron et femme. (Yet I don't know about the former; he cameof a long-lived family, and the gout is an uncertain disease.)
We have active at the present writing (place aux dames)—
1. Lady Caroline Coventry, niece of Sir Frederick.
2. Faraday Huxley Little, son of Henry and Grace Little, deceased.
Sequitur to the above, A HERO AND HEROINE.
On the death of his parents, Faraday Little was taken to Raby Hall. Inaccepting his guardianship, Mr. Raby struggled stoutly against twoprejudices: Faraday was plain-looking and sceptical.
"Handsome is as handsome does, sweetheart," pleaded Jael, intercedingfor the orphan with arms that were still beautiful. "Dear knows, it isnot his fault if he does not look like—his father," she added with agreat gulp. Jael was a woman, and vindicat