her situation, and threw herself into the delight of returning.

"Now, Fred," said Henrietta, "let us try those verses that you found a
tune for, that begin 'What is home?'"

This also was sung, and by the time it was finished they had reached a
gate leading into a long drive through dark beech woods. "This is the
beautiful wood of which I have often told you, Henrietta," said Mrs.
Frederick Langford.

"The wood with glades like cathedral aisles," said Henrietta. "O, how
delightful it will be to see it come out in leaf!"

"Which I have never seen," said Beatrice. "I tell papa he has made his
fortune, and ought to retire, and he says he is too young for it."

"In which I fully agree with him," said her aunt. "I should not like
to see him with nothing to do."

"O, mamma, Uncle Geoffrey would never be anywhere with nothing to do,"
said Henrietta.

"No," said her mother, "but people are always happier with work made
for them, than with what they make for themselves. Besides, Uncle
Geoffrey has too much talent to be spared."

"Ay," said Fred, "I wondered to hear you so devoid of ambition, little
Busy Bee."

"It is only Knight Sutton and thinking of May flowers that makes me