CHAPTER XIII.
THE WHITE BOAT AND THE GREEN.
About a fortnight after the events mentioned in the last chapter, the landlady of the Blue Lion, the little slatternly village inn where Mr.
Hart and his granddaughter had their quarters, was somewhat disappointed, somewhat puzzled, and certainly possessed by the demon of curiosity when Hart told her that he and his granddaughter intended to take their departure that evening.

Hart often went away; Mrs.Timms was quite accustomed to his sudden exits, but his granddaughter was always left as a hostage behind.

Hart with his queer ways, his erratic payments, was perhaps not the most inviting lodger for an honest landlady to count upon, but Mrs.Timms had grown accustomed to him.

She scolded him, and grumbled at him, but on the whole she made a good thing out of him, for no one could be more generous than old Hart when he was at all flush of cash.
He came down, however, this morning, and told her he was going.
"For a fortnight or so ?" responded Mrs.Timms.

"You'll leave Miss Josephine behind as usual?
I'll take good care of her." "No, Miss Josephine is also going.