Hope Wayne bent her head in assent.
"Why not?
My own remembrances here are only gloomy.

I should rather find or make another home.

We could do it, aunty and I." She said it simply.

Lawrence shook his head smilingly, and replied, "I don't think it would be hard." "I am going to see my trustees this morning, Uncle Dinks says," continued Hope, "and I shall propose to them to sell immediately." "Where will you go ?" asked Lawrence.
"My best friends are in New York," replied she, with a tender color.
Lawrence Newt thought of Arthur Merlin.
"With my aunty," continued she, looking fondly at Mrs.Simcoe, "I think I need not be afraid." Lunch was brought in; and meanwhile Mr.Kingo and Mr.Sutler had been sent for, and arrived.

Mr.Burt had not apprised them of his intention of making them trustees.
They fell into conversation with Mr.Quiddy, and Mr.Baze, and Mr.
Dinks.