Go along with you." The girl went off slowly, wondering at her grandfather's earnestness.
She knew she liked her old playmate far better than Richard Horton, although the latter's attentions pleased and flattered her.

The old soldier went straight off to the squire's study.
"Squire," he said, "you remember that talk we had, three years ago, when your nephew's answer came to your letter, telling him that Aggie was found.

I told you that I would wager he had made up his mind to marry her.

You laughed at me; but I was right.

Child though she still is, he is already paving the way for the future." "Master Richard certainly is carrying on a sort of flirtation with the little witch," the squire said, smiling; "but as she is such a mere child as you say, what does it matter ?" "I think it matters a great deal," the old soldier said seriously.