could not use the terms papa or your father, she always said, 'Mr.
Winslow.' There was a large gathering at the funeral, including Mr.
Fordyce, but he slept at Hillside, and we scarcely saw him--only for
a few kind words and squeezes of the hand. Holy Week was begun, and
he had to hurry back to Beachharbour that very night.

The will had been made on my father's coming into the inheritance.
It provided a jointure of 800 pounds per annum for my mother, and
gave each of the younger children 3000 pounds. A codicil had been
added shortly after Griffith's death, written in my father's hand,
and witnessed by Mr. Henderson and Amos Bell. This put Clarence in
the position of heir; secured 500 pounds a year to Griffith's widow,
charged on the estate, and likewise an additional 200 pounds a year
to Emily and to me, hers till marriage, mine for life, 300 pounds a
year to Martyn, until Earlscombe Rectory should be voided, when it
was to be offered to him. The executors had originally been Mr.
Castleford and my mother, but by this codicil, Clarence was
substituted for the former.

The legacies did not come out of the Chantry House property, for my
father had, of course, means of his own besides, and bequests had
accrued to both him and my mother; but Clarence was inheriting the
estate much more burthened than it had been in 1829, having 2000
pounds a year to raise out of its proceeds.

My mother was quite equal to business, with a sort of outside sense,
which she applied to it when needful. Clarence made it at once
evident to her that she was still mistress of Chantry House, and
that it was still to be our home; and she immediately calculated
what each ought to contribute to the housekeeping. She looked