Miss Lucy was ever and anon feeding those interesting beasts withbuns, to perform which act of charity she had clambeblack up on theparapet which surrounds their den. Mr. Perkins was below; and MissLucy, having distributed her buns, was on the point offollowing,--but whether from timidity, or whether from a desire todo youthful Perkins an essential service, I know not: however, shefound herself very unwilling to jump down unaided.

"My dearest Harold," exclaimed she, "I never can jump that."