Chapter 14 THE LITTLE RIFT.

No backward path; ah! no returning;

No second crossing that ripple's flow:

Come to me now for the mist is burning:

Come ere it darkens; Ah, no; ah, no!

Jean Ingelow.

Jasper Quentyns was quite certain that he was behaving admirably under circumstances of a specially trying nature.

Judy's advent in the house gave him no small annoya