The bank-notes that I had saved were given to me to buy furniture with, in place of the things that the thieves had broken.

These pleasant tidings assisted so greatly in promoting my recovery, that I was soon able to relate to my friends at the farmhouse the particulars that I have written here.

They were all surprised and interested, but no one, as I thought, listened to me with such breathless attention as the farmer's eldest son.

Mrs.Knifton noticed this too, and began to make jokes about it, in her light-hearted way, as soon as we were alone.

I thought little of her jesting at the time; but when I got well, and we went to live at our new home, "the young farmer," as he was called in our parts, constantly came to see us, and constantly managed to meet me out of doors.