ul to me in this artificial world to meet any one who talks quite naturally； and the interest of hearing your view of the question kept me silent。 You must forgive me； and as you know I am too nice to be a clergyman〃
〃Oh； I beg your pardon。 How rude I have been；〃 cried Erica； blushing anew； 〃but you did make me say it。〃
〃Of course； and I take it as a high compliment from you；〃 said Charles Osmond； laughing again at the recollection。 〃Come； may we not seal our friendship？ We have been sufficiently frank with each other to be something more than acquaintances for the future。〃
Erica held out her hand and found it taken in a strong； firm clasp； which somehow conveyed much more than an ordinary handshake。
〃And； after all； you ARE too nice for a clergyman！〃 she thought to herself。 Then； as a fresh idea crossed her mind； she suddenly exclaimed： 〃But you came to tell us about Mr。 Randolph's roughs； did you not？ How came you to care that we should know beforehand？〃
〃Why； naturally I hoped that a disturbance might be stopped。〃
〃Is it natural？〃 questioned Erica。 〃I should have thought it more natural for you to think with your own party。〃
〃But peace and justice and freedom of speech must all stand before party questions。〃
〃Yet you think that we are wrong； and that Christianity is right？〃
〃Yes； but to my mind perfect justice is part of Christianity。〃
〃Oh；〃 said Erica； in a tone which meant unutterable things。
〃You think that Christians do not show perfect justice to you？〃 said Charles Osmond； reading her thoughts。
〃I can't say I think they do；〃 she replied。 Then； suddenly firing up at the recollection of her afternoon's experiences； she said： 〃They are not just to us； though they preach justice； they are not loving； though they talk about love。 If they want us to think their religion true； I wonder they don't practice it a little more and preach it less。 What is the use of talking of 'brotherly kindness and charity；' when they hardly treat us like human beings； when they make up wicked lies about us； and will hardly let us sit in the same room with them！〃
〃Come； now； we really are sitting in the same room；〃 said Charles Osmond； smiling。
〃Oh； dear； what am I to do！〃 exclaimed Erica。 〃I can't remember that you are one of them！ You are so very unlike most。〃
〃I think；〃 said Charles Osmond； 〃you have come across some very bad specimens。〃
Erica； in her heart； considered her visitor as the exception which proved the rule； but not wishing to be caught tripping again； she resolved to say no more upon the subject。
〃Let us talk of something else；〃 she said。
〃Something nicer？〃 said Charles Osmond； with a little mischievous twinkle in his eyes。
〃Safer；〃 said Erica； laughing。 〃But stop； I hear my father。〃
She went out into the passage to meet him。 Charles Osmond heard her explaining his visit and the news he had brought； heard Raeburn's brief responses； then； in a few moments； the two entered the room； a picturesque looking couple； the clergyman thought； the tall； stately man； with his broad forehead and overshadowing masses of auburn hair； the little eager…faced； impetuous girl； so winsome in her unconventional frankness。
The conversation became a trifle more ceremonious； though with Erica perched on the arm of her father's chair； ready to squeeze his hand at every word which pleased her； it could hardly become stiff。 Raeburn had just heard the report of Mr。 Randolph's scheme； and had already taken precautionary measures； but he was surprised and gratified that Charles Osmond should have troubled to bring him word about it。 The two men talked on with the most perfect friendliness； and by and by； to Erica's great delight； Charles Osmond expressed a wish to be present at the meeting that night； and made inquiries as to the time and place。
〃Oh； couldn't you stay to tea and go with us？〃 she exclaimed； forgetting for the third time that he was a clergyman； and offering the ready hospitality she would have offered to any one else。
〃I should be delighted；〃 he said； smiling； 〃if you can really put up with one of the cloth。〃
Raeburn； amused at his daughter's spontaneous hospitality； and pleased with the friendly acceptance it had met with； was quite ready to second the invitation。 Erica was delighted； she carried off the cat and the toast into the next room； eager to tell her mother all about the visitor。
〃The most delightful man； mother； not a bit like a clergyman。 I didn't find out for ever so long what he was； and said all sorts of dreadful things； but he didn't mind； and was not the least offended。〃
〃When will you learn to be cautious； I wonder；〃 said Mrs。 Raeburn； smiling。 〃You are a shocking little chatter…box。〃
And as Erica flitted busily about； arranging the tea table； her mother watched her half musedly； half anxiously。 She had always been remarkably frank and outspoken； and there was something so transparently sincere about her； that she seldom gave offense。 But the mother could not help wondering how it would be as she grew older and mixed with a greater variety of people。 In fact； in every way she was anxious about the child's future； for Erica's was a somewhat perplexing character； and seemed very ill fitted for her position。
Eric Haeberlein had once compared her to a violin； and there was a good deal of truth in his idea。 She was very sensitive； responding at once to the merest touch； and easily moved to admiration and devoted love； or to strong indignation。 Naturally high…spirited； she was subject； too； to fits of depression； and was always either in the heights or the depths。 Yet with all these characteristics was blended her father's indomitable courage and tenacity。 Though feeling the thorns of life far more keenly than most people； she was one of those who will never yield； though pricked and wounded by outward events； she would never be conquered by circumstances。 At present her capabilities for adoration； which were very great； were lavished in two directions； in the abstract she worshipped intellect； in the concrete she worshipped her father。
From the grief and indignation of the afternoon she had passed with extraordinary rapidity to a state of merriment； which would have been incomprehensible to one who did not understand her peculiarly complex character。 Mrs。 Raeburn listened with a good deal of amusement to her racy description of Charles Osmond。
〃Strange that this should have happened so soon after our talk this afternoon；〃 she said； musingly。 〃Perhaps it is as well that you should have a glimpse of the other side； against which you were inveighing； or you might be growing narrow。〃
〃He is much too good to belong to them！〃 said Erica enthusiastically。
As she spoke Raeburn entered； bringing the visitor with him； and they all sat down to their meal； Erica pouring out tea and attending to every one's wants； fondling her cat； and listening to the conversation； with all the time a curious perception that to sit down to table with one of her father's opponents was a very novel experience。 She could not help speculating as to the thoughts and impressions of her companions。 Her mother was； she thought； pleased and interested for about her worn face there was the look of contentment which invariably came when for a time the bitterness of the struggle of life was broken by any sign of friendliness。 Her father wasas he generally was in his own housequiet； gentle in manner； ready to be both an attentive and an interested listener。 This gift he had almost as markedly as the gift of speech； he at once perceived that his guest was no ordinary man； and by a sort of instinct he had discovered on what subjects he was best calculated to speak； and wherein they could gain most from him。 Charles Osmond's thoughts she could only speculate about； but that he was ready to take them all as friends； and did not regard them as a different order of being； was plain。
The conversation had drifted into regions of abstruse science； when Erica； who had been listening attentively； was altogether diverted by the entrance of the servant； who brought her a brown…paper parcel。 Eagerly opening it； she was almost bewildered by the delightful surprise of finding a complete edition of Longfellow's poems； bound in dark blue morocco。 Inside was written： 〃From another admirer of 'Hiawatha。'〃
She started up with a rapturous exclamation； and the two men paused in their talk； each unable to help watching the beautiful little face all aglow with happiness。 Erica almost danced round the room with her new treasure。
〃What HEAVENLY person can have sent me this？〃 she cried。 〃Look； father！ Did you ever see such a beauty？〃
Science went to the winds； and Raeburn gave all his sympathy to Erica and Longfellow。 〃The very thing you were wishing for。 Who could have sent it？〃
〃I can't think。 It can't be Tom； because I know he's spent all his money； and auntie would never call herself an admirer of 'Hiawatha；' nor Herr Haeberlein； nor Monsieur Noirol； nor any one I can think of。〃
〃Dealings with the fairies；〃 said Raeburn； smiling。 〃Your beggar…child with the scones suddenly transformed into a beneficent rewarder。〃
〃Not from you； father？〃
Raeburn laughed。
〃A pretty substantial fairy for you。 No； no； I had no hand in it。 I can't give you presents while I am in debt； my bairn。〃
〃Oh； isn't it jolly to get what one wants！〃 said Erica； with a fervor which made the three grown…up people laugh。
〃Very jolly；〃 said Raeburn； giving her a little mute caress。
〃But now； Erica； please to go back and eat something； or I shall have my reporter fainting in the middle of a speech。〃
She obeyed； carrying away the book with her； and enlivening them with extracts from it； once delightedly discovering a most appropriate passage。
〃Why； of course；〃 she exclaimed； 〃you and Mr。 Osmond； father； are smoking the Peace Pipe。〃 And with much force and animation she read them bits from the first canto。
Raeburn left the room before long to get ready for his meeting； but Erica still lingered over her new treasure； putting it down at length with great reluctance to prepare her notebook and sharpen her pencil。 〃Isn't that a delightful bit where Hiawatha was angry；〃