Thy father, as thou knowest, was ruined; and we still feel that pinch of poverty that will be slow to depart altogether from our house.

Yet it serves us right--it serves us right! It is meet that the children should suffer for the sins of their parents.

I have not complained, and I will not complain;" and Kate threw back her head, whilst her eyes flashed with the stress of her feeling.
"But the treasure ?" questioned Cuthbert, eager to know more; "I have not yet heard how it was lost." Thus recalled to her subject, Kate took up her narrative again.
"You doubtless know that Queen Mary died in November of the year of grace fifteen hundred and fifty-eight.

In that year, some months earlier, my father was born, and at the time of the proclamation of the new Queen he was a tender infant.

My grandfather was in London about the Court, and his wife and child were here in this house--the sumptuous mansion he and his father had built--not dreaming of harm or ill.