Fold and farm are needing the master's eye and hand; and it will be a poor lambing season for us, I think, wanting Steve.

And, deary me, Charlotte, one word from you would bring him home!" Charlotte stooped, and lifted the tortoise-shell cat, lying on the rug at her feet.

She was not fond of cats, and she was only attentive to puss as the best means of hiding her blushes.

Ducie understood the small, womanly ruse, and waited no other answer.

"What is the matter with the squire, Charlotte?
Does he think that Stephen isn't good enough to marry you?
I'll not say that Latrigg evens Sandal in all things, but I will say that there are very few families that can even Latrigg.