But I don't mean to break my heart,--do I, Frisk ?' The 'do I, Frisk ?' brought Freda and her dog to the gate that led into the road, and the road soon led them to the farm, where Frisk began at once to run after all the poultry, to the no small annoyance of Shanno.
But Freda succeeded in catching him, and carrying him off with her into the parlour, whither she went, and whither Mrs Prothero followed her.
'I have just come to ask what you have settled about Gladys,' said Miss Gwynne.

'I cannot stay long, and am anxious to know.' 'My husband thinks it better that she should go to you, as you kindly wish to take her,' replied Mrs Prothero, with tears in her eyes.

'He says that he has no ill-will to the poor girl; on the contrary, he is very fond of her; but he don't think her a good match for our eldest son, Owen, who might marry very well.

For my own part, I think he would never meet with such another as Gladys; but that is in the hands of Providence, and if it is to be it will be.

He says that he is sure Owen will never come home as long as she is with us, for fear of sending her away; but that when he knows that she is so well off with you, he will perhaps come back again.