We might as well be upon a desert island at once."

Agatha could not help laughing and repeating -


"I am out of humanity's reach,
I must finish my journey alone -
Never hear the sweet music of speech,
I start at the sound of my own."


"But really, Nag," broke in Paulina, "it is horrid. Here we are
equidistant from three or four churches, and condemned to the most
behind the world of them all, and then to the one where there is this
distant fragrance of swells, instead of the only Catholic one."

Agatha had a little more common sense than the other two, and she
responded -

"After all, you know, you are better off than if you were still at
school; and the M.A. is a good old soul at the bottom, and you may
manage her, depend on it. Though I wish she had let me go to
Girton."

Magdalen and Mrs. Best meantime were going over future prospects and
old times. Mrs. Best's destination was Albertstown, in Queensland,
where her son George had a good practice as a doctor, and where he
assured her she would find church privileges--even a cathedral, so-
called, and a bishop--though Bishop Fulmort was always out on some
expedition among the colonists or the natives, but among his clergy