I'm sure would be best for the lad."

"Oh! she does not care for me," said Michael. "I don't believe she
ever did."

"Don't I? Haven't I?" asked Susan, her eyes blazing out fire. She
left the room directly, and sent Peggy in to make the tea; and
catching at Will, who was lounging about in the kitchen, she went up-
stairs with him and bolted herself in, straining the boy to her
heart, and keeping almost breathless, lest any noise she made might
cause him to break out into the howls and sounds which she could not
bear that those below should hear.

A knock at the door. It was Peggy.

"He wants for to see you, to wish you good-bye."

"I cannot come. Oh, Peggy, send them away."

It was her only cry for sympathy; and the old servant understood it.
She sent them away, somehow; not politely, as I have been given to
understand.

"Good go with them," said Peggy, as she grimly watched their
retreating figures. "We're rid of bad rubbish, anyhow." And she
turned into the house, with the intention of making ready some
refreshment for Susan, after her hard day at the market, and her
harder evening. But in the kitchen, to which she passed through the
empty house-place, making a face of contemptuous dislike at the used
tea-cups and fragments of a meal yet standing there, she found Susan,