Lady Humbert was reaping the reward for the renowned kindness of heart of the whole Wyvern family towards all the lowly, the unfortunate, and the oppressed; and though many a fugitive fleeing from the robbers had found shelter within her walls, these had proved as safe shelter as the walls of any ancient sanctuary; for once within Lady Humbert's gates and not even the most hated and hunted foe need fear further molestation.
Cherry had heard some such words as these as the party had jogged onwards together; and now she found herself standing timidly at the back entrance of the house, her box beside her, and one of her uncle's friends at her side.

When the door was opened and her guardian spoke her name and errand, she was quickly made welcome to enter, and after saying a hasty goodbye to the kindly merchant, found herself traversing several long stone passages, till she was finally ushered into a low parlour, where an elderly woman sat brewing over the fire some concoction which looked like one of Mistress Susan's compounds of berries and spice.
"Sure it is my good aunt, Prudence Dyson," said Cherry, as the woman looked quickly round.

"Methinks I should have guessed that anywhere, thou art so like to my uncle." The woman came forward and saluted her niece gravely and kindly.
"Thou art Martin Holt's daughter?
What is thy name, child?
I could scarce make it out from Susan's letter, for she is no scholar, as she ofttimes says.

I am right glad to welcome thee, and I trust thou comest to us with a willing heart ?" "A right willing heart," answered the girl, smiling bravely, despite the strangeness of her surroundings; for there was something home-like and comforting in the aspect of her aunt and in the sound of her voice.

"I was glad my father's choice lighted on me, and I will strive to please in all I do.