And there's another paper, which the parson at Danesford has in his keeping, to certify that mother built this house and dwelt in it all the days of her life, more than thirty years; if there's any mischief worked against thee, go to him for it.

And now, Stephen, wash thyself, and get thy supper, and then let's hear thee read thy chapter.' Stephen carried his basin of potatoes to the door-sill and sat there, with his back turned to the dismal hut and his dying father, and his face looking out upon the green hills.

He had always been a grave and thoughtful boy; and he had much to think of now.

The deep sense of new duties and obligations that had come upon him with his father's words, made him feel that his boyhood had passed away.

He looked round upon the garden, and the field, and the hut, with the keen eye of an owner; and he wondered at the neglected state into which they had fallen since his father's illness.