Grandpa Markham shook his head.

"They have, but it's mostly their ruination; so don't build castles in
the air about this Guy Remington."

"Me! Oh, grandpa, I never dreamed of Mr. Guy!" and Madeline blushed
half indignantly. "He's too rich, too aristocratic, though Sarah said
he didn't act one bit proud, and was so pleasant, the servants all
worship him, and Mrs. Noah thinks him good enough for the Queen of
England. I shall think so, too, if he lets you have the money. How I
wish it was Monday night, so we could know sure!"

"Perhaps we both shall be terribly disappointed," suggested grandpa,
but Maddy was more hopeful.

She, at least, would not fail, while what she had heard of Guy
Remington, the heir of Aikenside, made her believe that he would
accede at once to her grandpa's request.

All that night she was working to pay the debt, giving the money
herself into the hands of Guy Remington, whom she had never seen, but
who came up in her dreams the tall, handsome-looking man she had so
often heard described by Sarah Jones after her return from Aikenside.
Even the next day, when, by her grandparent's side, Maddy knelt
reverently in the small, time-worn church at Honedale, her thoughts,
it must be confessed, were wandering more to the to-morrow and
Aikenside, than to the sacred words her lips were uttering. She knew
it was wrong, and with a nervous start would try to bring her mind
back from decimal fractions to what the minister was saying; but Maddy