"So," she commented bitterly "yet another of our brothers is in luck's way.

Always our brothers! Westminster and Oxford for them, and afterwards, it seems, a fortune: while we sit at home in rags, or drudge and eat the bread of service.
Oh, why, mother?
You and we suffer together--do you believe it can be God's will ?" Hetty drew a long breath.

"Perhaps," she said drearily, "Charles will clothe us when he gets this money.

Perhaps he will even find us wooers in place of those to whom papa has shown the door." "I am not sure your father will allow Charles to accept," said Mrs.
Wesley gently; "though I may persuade him to let the lad decide for himself when he comes of age.

Until then the offer stands open." "I sometimes wonder," Emilia mused, "if our father be not staring mad." "Hush, child! That is neither for you to say nor for me to hear.
You know it has been almost a vow with him to dedicate your three brothers to God's service." "Charles might inherit Dangan Castle and serve God too.