"So I be! and there's Reuben at the gate. How are ye all? Jest
take this carpetbag, will ye, and I'll give you a cent some time
or 'nother."

Reuben did not appear much elated by this promise. It had been
made too many times without fulfilment.

The old lady having reached her destination, we take leave of her
for the present, promising to resume her acquaintance in
subsequent chapters.



CHAPTER XVI. FRANK MAKES A FRIEND

Henry Morton rose with the sun. This was not so early as may be
supposed, for already November had touched its middle point, and
the tardy sun did not make its appearance till nearly seven
o'clock. As he passed through the hall he noticed that breakfast
was not quite ready.

"A little walk will sharpen my appetite," he thought. He put on
his hat, and, passing through the stable-yard at the rear,
climbed over a fence and ascended a hill which he had observed
from his chamber window. The sloping sides, which had not yet
wholly lost their appearance of verdure, were dotted with trees,
mostly apple-trees.

"It must be delightful in summer," said the young man, as he