Something had come to break at last the long monotony of the life which she felt was crushing the spirit out of her.

She was going to a place where it seemed that she must surely have news of Cuthbert, and where, if she did not pass him on the road, she would certainly be nearer to him.
Her sisters, greatly astonished, could scarcely believe their ears when told that Cherry was really going away; and Keziah hung over her with wistful eyes, assisting her to get her clothes ready, and wondering what the house would seem like without its rebellious and most attractive member.
"Methinks it will be duller than ever," she said.

"Jacob will scarce care to come if thou art gone." "Jacob! why, I trow he will but come the more," answered Cherry, with a saucy gleam in her eye as she looked in Kezzie's grave face.
"He will come to thee for comfort, my sister, and I trow that thou wilt give it him in full measure." Keziah's grave face lighted up somewhat.
"Thinkest thou that?
Indeed I would gladly try.

Jacob is a good lad and a kind one.

I marvel thou dost not treat him better, Cherry." "I like Jacob; he is very good.