And young Master Roger was of the same sort." "Oh, Roger is your friend still," said Rosalind; "he's doing everything to help you." "I don't mean _him_.

He's good enough; but he's a boy.

But young Master Roger as was, he had a will of his own, Missy.

Not one of 'em durst stand up to him." Rosalind became interested.

"Do you mean the one who died ?" said she.
"Ay, they say he died.