"A guardian angel o'er his life presiding
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing."
CHAPTER X.
HELEN RUSHTON AT THE "CELESTIAL."
A few weeks had rolled by and Helen Rushton once more entered
"Sunnybank."
Marguerite receives her visitor with open arms.
"I am so glad to see you, Madge," exclaimed the quaint little maiden, as she threw aside the pretty wrap, worn carelessly around her shoulders.
"I ought to be angry with you, you naughty girl," returned
Marguerite, playfully, shaking the former by way of punishment.
"Oh, please don't say a word, like a good old dear. I did intend to write, but you just know how we spend the time running around, and I had so many demands upon me."
"Well, this time, I shall 'take the will for the deed,' but remember the second offence will be dealt with according to law."
Madge emphasized this threat with a hearty embrace and turned her eyes in the direction of the door.