"I mean to run," returned Harry.
"Is there so much hurry ?" said Richard.

"I am sorry for it, for I wanted to speak to you, Harry; I have something to show you." His manner conveyed that it related to their mother, and the sobering effect was instantaneous.

"Very well," said he, forgetting his haste.
"I'll come into your room." The awe-struck, shy, yet sorrowful look on his rosy face showed preparation enough, and Richard's only preface was to say, "It is a bit of a letter that she was in course of writing to Aunt Flora, a description of us all.

The letter itself is gone, but here is a copy of it.

I thought you would like to read what relates to yourself." Richard laid before him the sheet of notepaper on which this portion of the letter was written, and left him alone with it, while he set out on the promised walk with Ethel.
They found the old woman, Granny Hall, looking like another creature, smoke-dried and withered indeed, but all briskness and animation.
"Well! be it you, sir, and the young lady ?" "Yes; here we are come to see you again," said Richard.