never felt so covetous as when there was a report that there was to
be an opposition school. But now your dear uncle is bringing
prosperity back, I must take care not to set my heart even on what he
has gained for me.'

'I defy riches to hurt you,' said James, smiling.

'Ah! Jemmy, you didn't know me as a county grandee,' she said, with
a bright sad look, 'when your poor grandpapa used to dress me up.
I'm an old woman now, past vanities, but I never could sit as loose
to them as your own dear wife does. I never tried. Well, it will be
changed enough; but I shall be glad to see poor old Cheveleigh. It
does me good to hear poor Oliver call it home. If only we had your
dear father!'

'To me Dynevor Terrace is home,' said James.

'A happy home it has been,' said the old lady.

''Goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my life!' And
now, Oliver, whom I never thought to see again--oh! what can I do to
be thankful enough! I knew what he was doing! I knew he was not
what you all thought him! And roughing it has been no harm to you or
Clara, and it is all over now! And the dear old place comes back to
the old name. Oh, James, I can sometimes hardly contain myself--that
my poor boy has done it, and all for me, and his brother's children!'

James could scarcely find it in his heart to say a single word to
damp her joy, and all his resolution enabled him to do was to say
gently, 'You know, dear granny, we must not forget that I am a