find no one to share them, and be convinced by seeing that the cousins
there come to no harm. I wish Uncle Geoffrey would recommend it!"

"Well, we will see what we can do," said Henrietta. "I do think we may
persuade her, and I think we ought; it would be for her happiness and
for yours, and on all accounts I am convinced that it ought to be
done."

And as Henrietta came to this serious conclusion, they entered the
steep straggling street of the little town of Rocksand, and presently
were within the gates of the sweep which led to the door of the
verandahed Gothic cottage, which looked very tempting for summer's
lodging, but was little fitted for a permanent abode.

In spite of all the longing wishes expressed during the drive, no
ancestral home, beloved by inheritance, could have been entered with
more affectionate rapture than that with which Frederick Langford
sprung from the carriage, and flew to the arms of his mother, receiving
and returning such a caress as could only be known by a boy conscious
that he had done nothing to forfeit home love and confidence.

Turning back the fair hair that hung over his forehead, Mrs. Langford
looked into his eyes, saying, half-interrogatively, half-affirmatively,
"All right, Fred? Nothing that we need be afraid to tell Uncle
Geoffrey? Well, Henrietta, he is grown, but he has not passed you yet.
And now, Freddy, tell us about your examination," added she, as fondly
leaning on his arm, she proceeded into the drawing-room, and they sat
down together on the sofa, talking eagerly and joyously.

Mrs. Frederick Henry Langford, to give her her proper style, was in