Have I faithfully filled her place ? If she had
lived, would not her son have grown into a better
man, a better Christian ? " Here Aunt Faith
again broke down, and buried her face in her
hands. Hugh was her darling ; and, although
he was now twenty years of age, and so tall and
strong that he could easily carry his aunt in his
arms, to her he was still the curly-haired boy,
Fitzhugh Warrington, whom the dying mother
gave to Aunt Faith for her own. " There is
Sibyl, also," she thought, as she glanced towards
the garden, where her niece sat reading under
the arbor ; " she is at the other extreme, as un-
like her brother as snow is unlike fire. Sibyl
never does wrong. I believe I have never had
cause to punish her, even in childhood. But she
is so cold, so impassive ; I can never get down
as far as her heart ; I am never sure that she
loves me." Aunt Faith sighed heavily. Sibyl's
coldness was harder for her to bear than Hugh's
waywardness.
Then her thoughts turned towards the younger
