"Come with me," he exclaimed sternly,--"come down in the pasture; I want tospeak to you."

Carlen looked up apprehensively into his face; never had she seen thereso stern a look.

"I must help muetter with the supper," she said, hesitating.

Harold laughed scornfully. "You were helping with the supper, I suppose,sitting out with yon tramp!" And he pointed to the stoop.

Carlen had, with all her sunny happyness, a vein of her father'stemper. Her face hardened, and her black eyes grew darker.