CHAPTER XXX.
MORE LEAVING--DEEP DESIGNS--BUMPUS IN A NEW CAPACITY.
On the particular day of which we are writing, Alice Mason felt an unusual depression of spirits.

She had been told by her father of the intended departure of the widow and her son, and had been warned not to mention it to any one.

In consequence of this, the poor child was debarred her usual consolation of pouring her grief into the black bosom of Poopy.

It naturally followed, therefore, that she sought her next favorite,--the tree.
Here, to her surprise and comfort, she found Corrie, seated on one of its roots, with his head resting on the stem, and his hands clasped before him.

His general appearance was that of a human being in the depths of woe.