daughter　had　said。　　Perhaps　the　little　modes　of　secret　discipline；　of
  which　Ethel　had　spoken；　might　be　the　true　means　of　clasping　the
  staffperhaps　she　had　been　impatient；　and　wanting　in　humility　in
  craving　for　the　strife；　when　her　armour　was　scarce　put　on。
  Dr。　May　spoke　once　again。　　〃Don't　let　any　one　long　for　external
  trial。　　The　offering　of　a　free　heart　is　the　thing。　　To　offer　praise
  is　the　great　object　of　all　creatures　in　heaven　and　earth。　　If　the
  happier　we　are；　the　more　we　praise；　then　all　is　well。〃
  But　the　serious　discussion　was　suddenly　broken　off。
  Others　had　seen　Dr。　May's　approach；　and　Harry　and　Mary　rushed　down　in
  dismay　at　their　story　having；　as　they　thought；　been　forestalled。
  However；　they　had　it　all　to　themselves；　and　the　doctor　took　up　the
  subject　as　keenly　as　could　have　been　hoped；　but　the　poor　boy　being
  still　fast　asleep；　after；　probably；　much　fatigue；　he　would　not　then
  waken　him　to　examine　him；　but　came　and　sat　down　in　the　semicircle；
  formed　by　a　terraced　bank　of　soft　turf；　where　Mrs。　Larpent；　Mrs。
  Wilmot；　Richard；　and　Flora；　had　for　some　time　taken　up　their　abode。
  Meta　brought　him　the　choice　little　basket　of　fruit　which　she　had
  saved　for　him；　and　all　delighted　in　having　him　there；　evidently
  enjoying　the　rest　and　sport　very　much；　as　he　reposed　on　the　fragrant
  slope；　eating　grapes；　and　making　inquiries　as　to　the　antiquities
  lately　discovered。
  Norman　gave　an　exceedingly　droll　account　of　the　great　Roman　Emperor；
  Tiberius　V。V。；　and　Meta　correcting　it；　there　was　a　regular　gay
  skirmish　of　words；　which　entertained　every　one　extremelyabove　all；
  Meta's　indignation　when　the　charge　was　brought　home　to　her　of　having
  declared　the　〃old　Duke〃　exactly　like　in　turns　to　Domitian　and
  Tiberiushis　features　quite　forbidding。
  This　lasted　till　the　younger　ones；　who　had　been　playing　and　rioting
  till　they　were　tired；　came　up；　and　throwing　themselves　down　on　the
  grass；　Blanche　petitioned　for　something　that　every　one　could　play　at。
  Meta　proposed　what　she　called　the　story　play。　　One　was　to　be　sent　out
  of　earshot；　and　the　rest　to　agree　upon　a　word；　which　was　then　to　be
  guessed　by　each　telling　a　story；　and　introducing　the　word　into　it；
  not　too　prominently。　　Meta　volunteered　to　guess；　and　Harry　whispered
  to　Mary　it　would　be　no　go；　but；　in　the　meantime；　the　word　was　found；
  and　Blanche　eagerly　recalled　Meta；　and　sat　in　the　utmost　expectation
  and　delight。　　Meta　turned　first　to　Richard；　but　he　coloured
  distressfully；　and　begged　that　Flora　might　tell　his　story　for　himhe
  should　only　spoil　the　game。　　Flora；　with　a　little　tinge　of　graceful
  reluctance；　obeyed。　　〃No　woman　had　been　to　the　summit　of　Mont　Blanc；〃
  she　said；　〃till　one　young　girl；　named　Marie；　resolved　to　have　this
  glory。　　The　guides　told　her　it　was　madness；　but　she　persevered。　　She
  took　the　staff；　and　everything　requisite；　and；　following　a　party；
  began　the　ascent。　　She　bravely　supported　every　fatigue；　climbed　each
  precipice；　was　undaunted　by　the　giddy　heights　she　attained；　bravely
  crossed　the　fields　of　snow；　supported　the　bitter　cold；　and　finally；
  though　suffering　severely；　arrived　at　the　topmost　peak；　looked　forth
  where　woman　had　never　looked　before；　felt　her　heart　swell　at　the
  attainment　of　her　utmost　ambition；　and　the　name　of　Marie　was
  inscribed　as　that　of　the　woman　who　alone　has　had　the　glory　of
  standing　on　the　summit　of　the　Giant　of　the　Alps。〃
  It　was　prettily　enunciated；　and　had　a　pleasing　effect。　　Meta　stood
  conning　the　wordswomangiantmountaingloryand　begged　for
  another　tale。
  〃Mine　shall　not　be　so　stupid　as　Flora's；〃　said　Harry。　　〃We　have　an
  old　sailor　on　board　the　Alcestisa　giant　he　might　be　for　his　voice
  but　he　sailed　once　in　the　Glory　of　the　West；　and　there　they　had　a
  monkey　that　was　picked　up　in　Africa；　and　one　day　this　old　fellow
  found　his　queer　messmate；　as　he　called　him；　spying　through　a　glass；
  just　like　the　captain。　　The　captain　had　a　glorious　collection　of　old
  coins；　and　the　like；　dug　up　in　some　of　the　old　Greek　colonies；　and
  whenever　Master　Monkey　saw　him　overhauling　them；　he　would　get　out　a
  brass　button；　or　a　card　or　two；　and　turn　'em　over；　and　chatter　at
  them；　and　glory　over　them；　quite　knowing；〃　said　Harry；　imitating　the
  gesture；　〃and　I　dare　say　he　saw　V。V。；　and　Tiberius　Caesar；　as　well　as
  the　best　of　them。〃
  〃Thank　you；　Mr。　Harry；〃　said　Meta。　　〃I　think　we　are　at　no　loss　for
  monkeys　here。　　But　I　have　not　the　word　yet。　　Who　comes　next？
  Ethel〃
  〃I　shall　blunder；　I　forewarn　you；〃　said　Ethel；　〃but　this　is　mine：
  There　was　a　young　king　who　had　an　old　tutor；　whom　he　despised　because
  he　was　so　strict；　so　he　got　rid　of　him；　and　took　to　idle　sport。　　One
  day；　when　he　was　out　hunting　in　a　forest；　a　white　hind　came　and　ran
  before　him；　till　she　guided　him　to　a　castle；　and　there　he　found　a
  lady　all　dressed　in　white；　with　a　beamy　crown　on　head；　and　so　nobly
  beautiful　that　he　fell　in　love　with　her　at　once；　and　was　only　sorry
  to　see　another　prince　who　was　come　to　her　palace　too。　　She　told　them
  her　name　was　Gloria；　and　that　she　had　had　many　suitors；　but　the
  choice　did　not　depend　on　herselfshe　could　only　be　won　by　him　who
  deserved　her；　and　for　three　years　they　were　to　be　on　their　probation；
  trying　for　her。　　So　she　dismissed　them；　only　burning　to　gain　her；　and
  telling　them　to　come　back　in　three　years'　time。　　But　they　had　not
  gone　far　before　they　saw　another　palace；　much　finer；　all　glittering
  with　gold　and　silver；　and　their　Lady　Gloria　came　out　to　meet　them；
  not　in　her　white　dress；　but　in　one　all　gay　and　bright　with　fine
  colours；　and　her　crown　they　now　saw　was　of　diamonds。　　She　told　them
  they　had　only　seen　her　everyday　dress　and　house；　this　was　her　best；
  and　she　showed　them　about　the　castle；　and　all　the　pictures　of　her
  former　lovers。　　There　was　Alexander；　who　had　been　nearer　retaining
  her　than　any　one；　only　the　fever　prevented　it；　there　was　Pyrrhus；
  always　seeking　her；　but　slain　by　a　tile；　Julius　CaesarTamerlane
  all　the　rest；　and　she　hoped　that　one　of　these　two　would　really　prove
  worthy　and　gain　her；　by　going　in　the　same　path　as　these　great　people。
  〃So　our　prince　went　home；　his　head　full　of　being　like　Alexander　and
  all　the　rest　of　them；　and　he　sent　for　his　good　old　tutor　to　reckon　up
  his　armies；　and　see　whom　he　could　conquer　in　order　to　win　her。　　But
  the　old　tutor　told　him　he　was　under　a　mistake；　the　second　lady　he　had
  seen　was　a　treacherous　cousin　of　Gloria；　who　drew　away　her　suitors　by
  her　deceits；　and　whose　real　name　was　Vana　Gloria。　　If　he　wished　to
  earn　the　true　Gloria；　he　must　set　to　work　to　do　his　subjects　good；
  and　to　be　virtuous。　　And　he　did；　he　taught　them；　and　he　did　justice
  to　them；　and　he　bore　it　patiently　and　kindly　when　they　did　not
  understand。　　But　by…and…by　the　other　king；　who　had　no　good　tutor　to
  help　him；　had　got　his　armies　together；　and　conquered　ever　so　many
  people；　and　drawn　off　their　men　to　be　soldiers；　and　now　he　attacked
  the　good　prince；　and　was　so　strong　that　he　gained　the　victory；　though
  both　prince　and　subjects　fought　manfully　with　heart　and　hand；　but　the
  battle　was　lost；　and　the　faithful　prince　wounded　and　made　prisoner；
  but　bearing　it　most　patiently；　till　he　was　dragged　behind　the　other's
  triumphal　car　with　all　the　rest；　when　the　three　years　were　up；　to　be
  presented　to　Vana　Gloria。　　And　so　he　was　carried　into　the　forest；
  bleeding　and　wounded；　and　his　enemy　drove　the　car　over　his　body；　and
  stretched　out　his　arms　to　Vana　Gloria；　and　found　her　a　vain；　ugly
  wretch；　who　grew　frightful　as　soon　as　he　grasped　her。　　But　the　good
  dying　prince　saw　the　beautiful　beamy　face　of　his　ladylove　bending
  over　him。　　'Oh！'　he　said；　'vision　of　my　life；　hast　thou　come　to
  lighten　my　dying　eyes？　　Nevernever；　even　in　my　best　days；　did　I
  deem　that　I　could　be　worthy　of　thee；　the　more　I　strove；　the　more　I
  knew　that　Gloria　is　for　none　belowfor　me　less　than　all。'
  〃And　then　the　lady　came　and　lifted　him　up；　and　she　said；　'Gloria　is
  given　to　all　who　do　and　suffer　truly　in　a　good　cause；　for
  faithfulness　is　glory；　and　that　is　thine。'〃
  Ethel's　language　had　become　more　flowing　as　she　grew　more　eager　in
  the　tale；　and　they　all　listened　with　suspended　interest。　　Norman
  asked　where　she　got　the　story。　〃Out　of　an　old　French　book；　the
  'Magazin　des　enfans；'〃　was　the　answer。
  〃But　why　did　you　alter　the　end？〃　said　Flora；　〃why　kill　the　poor　man？
  He　used　to　be　prosperous；　why　not？〃
  〃Because　I　thought；〃　said　Ethel；　〃that　glory　could　not　properly
  belong　to　any　one　here；　and　if　he　was　once　conscious　of　it；　it　would
  be　all　spoiled。　　Well；　Meta；　do　you　guess？〃
  〃Oh！　the　word！　　I　had　forgotten　all　about　it。　　I　think　I　know　what　it
  must　be；　but　I　should　so　like　another　story。　　May　I　not　have　one？〃
  said　Meta　coaxingly。　　〃Mary；　it　is　you。〃
  Mary　fell　back　on　her　papa；　and　begged　him　to　take　hers。　　Papa　told
  the　best　stories　of　all；　she　said；　and　Meta　looked　beseeching。
  〃My　story　will　not　be　as　long　as　Ethel's；〃　said　the　doctor；　yielding
  with　a　half…reluctant　smile。　　〃My　story　is　of　a　humming…bird；　a
  little　creature　that　loved　its　master　with　all　its　strength；　and
  longed　to　do　somewhat　for　him。　　It　was　not　satisfied　with　its　lot；
  because　it　seemed　merely　a　vain　and　profitless　creature。　　The
  nightingale　sang　praise；　and　the　woods　sounded　with　the　glory　of　its
  strai