the morning on leaving her mother, but as she came nearer home her
spirits mounted, and she was almost wild with glee. "Aunt Mary, do you
know where you are?"

"On Sutton Heath, I presume, from the absence of landmarks."

"Yes, that we are. You dear old place, how d'ye do? You beginning of
home! I don't know when it is best coming to you: on a summer's
evening, all glowing with purple heath, or a frosty star-light night
like this. There is the Sutton Leigh turn! Hurrah! only a mile
further to the gate."

"Where I used to go to meet the boys coming home from school," said her
aunt, in a low tone of deep feeling. But she would not sadden their
blithe young hearts, and added cheerfully, "Just the same as ever, I
see: how well I know the outline of the bank there!"

"Ay, it is your fatherland, too, Aunt Mary! Is there not something
inspiring in the very air? Come, Fred, can't you get up a little
enthusiasm?"

"Oceans, without getting it up," replied Fred. "I never was more
rejoiced in my whole life," and he began to hum Domum.

"Sing it, sing it; let us join in chorus as homage to Knight Sutton,"
cried Henrietta.

And the voices began, "Domum, Domum, dulce Domum;" even Aunt Mary
herself caught the feelings of her young companions, felt herself
coming to her own beloved home and parents, half forgot how changed was