Not that little Nan is gone; but because I'm sure God will do what is best with me, and we're to have no continuing city here.

I think I shouldn't feel a bit angry if I saw other people living there.' 'Hillo! what's that ?' cried Tim.
Surely it could not be smoke from the top of the new chimney?
Yes; a thin, clear blue column of smoke was curling briskly up into the air, and then floating off in a banner over the hillside.

Somebody was there, that was certain; and the first fire had been lighted on the hearthstone.

There was a sharp pang in Stephen's heart, and he cast down his eyes for a moment, but then he looked up to the sky above him with a smile; while Tim set up a loud shout, and urged the donkey to a canter.
'It's Martha!' he cried; 'I saw her gown peeping round the corner of the wall.

I'll lay a wager it's her print gown.