We are great friends," answered Cherry hastily, "but--" There she broke off and busied herself over her trunk, saying as she leaned so far into it that her face could not be seen, "Kezzie, if Cuthbert should come back, thou wilt tell him where I have gone.
Tell him I am with his kinsfolk, and ask him if he goes that way to pay a visit to them." "I will," answered Keziah, who had her own ideas about Cuthbert's sudden and entire disappearance; "but I fear me we shall see Cuthbert no more.

He--" "Why sayest thou so?
What dost thou know?
What dost thou mean, Keziah?
Hast thou heard aught of him ?" "Bless the child--no--" answered Keziah hastily "How should I know aught of him?
But, Cherry, my sweet sister, be not angry with me if I say it.

Cuthbert is a Trevlyn, for all that our aunt was his mother.

He is of rank above ours.

He may have made friends in his own walk in life.