forefathers. 'Never mind, mother,' said Henry, kissing her, to
prevent the tears from springing, 'home is wherever we are together!'
'Never fear, mother,' echoed Oliver, with knitted brow and clenched
hands, 'I will win it back.'

Oliver was a quiet lad, of diligent, methodical habits, and willingly
accepted a clerkship in a mercantile house, which owed some
obligations to his father. At the end of a couple of years he was
sent to reside in South America; and his parting words to his mother
were--'When you see me again, Cheveleigh shall be yours.'

'Oh, my boy, take care. Remember, 'They that haste to be rich shall
not be innocent.''

That was the last time she had seen Oliver.

Her great object was to maintain herself independently and to
complete Henry's education as a gentleman. With this view she took
up her abode in the least eligible of her houses at Northwold, and,
dropping the aristocratic name which alone remained of her heiress-
ship, opened a school for little boys, declaring that she was
rejoiced to recall the days when Henry and Oliver wore frocks and
learnt to spell. If any human being could sweeten the Latin Grammar,
it was Mrs. Frost, with the motherliness of a dame, and the
refinement of a lady, unfailing sympathy and buoyant spirits, she
loved each urchin, and each urchin loved her, till she had become a
sort of adopted grandmamma to all Northwold and the neighbourhood.

Henry went to Oxford. He gained no scholarship, took no honours, but
he fell neither into debt nor disgrace; he led a goodnatured easy