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off his hat.

      "Well," said Florence, presently, "she is not Medusa; there is no need for you to turn into stone."

      This woke him up--indeed, occasionally, Florence had an ugly trick of waking people up, and he took off his hat, which was as usual a dirty one, and muttered something inaudible. As for Eva, she blushed, and with ready wit said that Mr. Jones was no doubt astonished at the filthy state of her dress (as a matter of fact, Jeremy could not have sworn that she had one on at all, much less to its condition). "The fact is," she went on, "I have been lying flat on the grass and looking over the edge of the cliff."

      "What at?"

      "Why, the bones."

      The spot on which they were standing was part of the ancient graveyard of Titheburgh Abbey, and as the sea encroached year by year, multitudes of the bones of the long-dead inhabitants of Kesterwick were washed out of their quiet graves and strewed upon the beach and unequal surfaces of the cliff.

      "Look," she said, kneeling down, an example that he followed. About six feet below them, which was the depth at which the corpses had been originally laid, could be seen fragments of lead and rotting wood projecting from the surface of the cliff, and, what was a more ghastly sight, eight inches or more of the leg-bones of a man, off which the feet had been washed away. On a ledge in the sandy cliff, about twenty-five feet from the top and sixty or so from the bottom, there lay quite a collection of human remains of all sorts and sizes, conspicuous among them being the bones which had composed the feet that belonged to the projecting shanks.

      "Isn't it dreadful?" said Eva, gazing down with a species of fascination: "just fancy coming to that! Look at that little baby's skull just by the big one. Perhaps that is the mother's. And what is that buried in the sand?"

      As much of the object to which she pointed as was visible looked like an old cannon-ball, but Jeremy soon came to a different conclusion.

      "It is a bit of lead coffin," he said.

      "Oh, I should like to get down there and find out what is in it. Can't you get down?"

      Jeremy shook his head. "I've done it as a boy," he said, "when I was very light; but it is no good my trying now; the sand would give with me, and I should go to the bottom."

      He was willing to do most things to oblige this lovely creature, but Jeremy was above all things practical, and did not see the use of breaking his neck for nothing.

      "Well," she said, "you certainly are rather heavy."

      "Fifteen stone," he said, mournfully.

      "But I am not ten; I think I could get down."

      "You'd better not try without a rope."

      Just then their conversation was interrupted by Florence's clear voice:

      "When you two people have quite finished staring at those disgusting bones, perhaps, Eva, you will come to lunch. If you only knew how silly you look, sprawling there like two Turks going to be bastinadoed, perhaps you would get up."

      This was too much for Eva; she got up at once, and Jeremy followed suit.

      "Why could you not let us examine our bones in peace, Florence?" said her sister, jokingly.

      "Because you are really too idiotic. You see, Mr. Jones, anything that is old and fusty, and has to do with old fogies who are dead and gone centuries ago, has the greatest charms for my sister. She would like to go home and make stories about those bones: whose they were, and what they did, and all the rest of it. She calls it imagination; I call it fudge."

      Eva flushed up, but said nothing; evidently she was not accustomed to answer her elder sister, and presently they parted to go their separate ways.

      "What a great oaf that Jeremy is!" said Florence to her sister on their homeward way.

      "I did not think him an oaf at all," she replied, warmly; "I thought him very nice."

      Florence shrugged her square shoulders. "Well, of course, if you like a giant with as much brain as an owl, there is nothing more to be said. You should see Ernest; he is nice, if you like."

      "You seem very fond of Ernest."

      "Yes, I am," was the reply; "and I hope that when he comes you won't poach on my manor."

      "You need not be afraid," answered Eva, smiling; "I promise to leave your Ernest alone."

      "Then that is a bargain," said Florence, sharply. "Mind that you keep to your word."

      CHAPTER VI

       JEREMY FALLS IN LOVE

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      Jeremy, for the first time for some years, had no appetite for his dinner that day, a phenomenon that filled Dorothy with alarm.

      "My dear Jeremy," she said afterwards, "what /can/ be the matter with you? you had only one helping of beef and no pudding!"

      "Nothing at all," he replied sulkily; and the subject dropped.

      "Doll," said Jeremy presently, "do you know Miss Eva Ceswick?"

      "Yes, I have seen her twice."

      "What do you think of her, Doll?"

      "What do you think of her?" replied that cautious young person.

      "I think she is beautiful as--as an angel."

      "Quite poetical, I declare! What next! Have you seen her?"

      "Of course, else how should I know she was beautiful?"

      "Ah, no wonder you had only once of beef!"

      Jeremy coloured.

      "I am going to call there this afternoon: would you like to come?" went on his sister.

      "Yes, I'll come."

      "Better and better: it will be the first call I ever remember your having paid."

      "You don't think she will mind, Doll?"

      "Why should she mind? Most people don't mind being called on, even if they have a pretty face."

      "Pretty face! She is pretty all over."

      "Well, then, a pretty all over. I start at three; don't be late."

      Thereupon Jeremy went off to beautify himself for the occasion, and his sister gazed at his departing form with the puzzled expression that had distinguished her as a child.

      "He's going to fall in love with her," she said to herself, "and no wonder; any man would; she is 'pretty all over,' as he said, and what more does a man look at? I wish that /she/ would fall in love with him /before Ernest comes home/;" and she sighed.

      At a quarter to three Jeremy reappeared, looking particularly huge in a black coat and his Sunday trousers. When they reached the cottage where Miss Ceswick lived with her nieces, they were destined to meet with a disappointment, for neither of the young ladies was at home. Miss Ceswick, however, was there, and received them very cordially.

      "I suppose that you have come to see my newly imported niece," she said; "in fact, I am sure that you have, Mr. Jeremy, because you never came to call upon me in your life. Ah, it is wonderful how young men will change their habits to please a pair of bright eyes!"

      Jeremy blushed painfully at this sally, but Dorothy came to his rescue.

      "Has Miss Eva come to live with you for good?" she asked.

      "Yes, I think so. You see, my dear, between you and me, her aunt in London, with whom she was living, has got a family of daughters, who have recently come out. Eva has been kept back as long as possible, but now that she is twenty it was impossible to keep her back any more. But then, on the other hand, it was felt--at least I think that it was felt--that to continue to bring Eva out with her cousins would be quite to ruin their chance of settling in life, because when /she/