"A person," proceeded the boy, "who likes Knight Sutton and its inhab-
itants better than anything else."

"Only think," joined in the young lady, "how delightful it would be.
I can just fancy you, mamma, sitting out on this lawn you talk of, on a
summer's day, and nursing your pinks and carnations, and listening to
the nightingales, and Grandpapa and Grandmamma Langford, and Uncle and
Aunt Roger, and the cousins coming walking in at any time without
ringing at the door! And how nice to have Queen Bee and Uncle and Aunt
Geoffrey all the vacation!"

"Without feeling as if we were robbing Knight Sutton," said Mrs.
Langford. "Why, we should have you a regular little country maid,
Henrietta, riding shaggy ponies, and scrambling over hedges, as your
mamma did before you."

"And being as happy as a queen," said Henrietta; "and the poor people,
you know them all, don't you, mamma?"

"I know their names, but my generation must have nearly passed away.
But I should like you to see old Daniels the carpenter, whom the boys
used to work with, and who was so fond of them. And the old
schoolmistress in her spectacles. How she must be scandalized by the
introduction of a noun and a verb!"

"Who has been so cruel?" asked Fred. "Busy Bee, I suppose."

"Yes," said Henrietta, "she teaches away with all her might; but she
says she is afraid they will forget it all while she is in London, for
there is no one to keep it up. Now, I could do that nicely. How I