Oh, Ethel, dear, we cannot, we cannot for our lives, let the old home fall into the hands of strangers.

At any rate, if on inspection we think it wrong to interfere, I can at least try and get the children of the disinherited Tyrrel back to their home.

Shall we leave it at this point for the present ?" This decision was agreeable to all, and then the few preparations necessary for the journey were talked over, and in this happy discussion the evening passed rapidly.

The dream of Ethel's life had been this visit to the home of her family, and to go as its savior was a consummation of the pleasure that filled her with loving pride.

She could not sleep for her waking dreams.