CHAPTER 3: The Lost Treasure.
"And so it is to London thou wilt go--to the worthy wool stapler on the Bridge ?" and Kate, mindful of her promise to her parents, strove to suppress the little grimace with which she was disposed to accompany her words--"at least so my father saith." "Yes: he has been giving me good counsel, and methinks that were a good beginning.

I would gladly see London.

Men talk of its wonders, and I can but sit and gape.

I am aweary of the life of the forest--the dreary life of the Gate House.

In London I shall see men--books--all the things my heart yearns after.