Perhaps you can bear mother's trouble more easily." "I hope mother will be kinder to me than you have been.

John, I have no money.

Let me have a thousand pounds till we settle about the mill." "Do you know what you are asking, Harry?
A thousand pounds would run Hatton Hall for a year." "I have to live decently, I suppose." With these words he left the mill and went at once to the Hall.

Mrs.
Hatton was in the garden, tying up some straying branches of honeysuckle.

At her feet were great masses of snowdrops tall and white among moss and ivy, and the brown earthen beds around were cloth of gold with splendid crocus flowers; but beyond these things, she saw her son as soon as he reached the gate.