CHAPTER FIVE.
GOOD-BYE TO GRENADA! "Are you really so glad to leave us all ?" said dad somewhat reproachfully, as I could judge from his tone of voice; for, although the stars and fireflies illumined the landscape sufficiently for us to see our way, the light was too dim for me to observe the expression of his face.
"Oh no, dad, not that," I cried out almost with a sob at such an insinuation.

"You know, you said I was to go to England this year to school; and, if I must, why I would rather sail in Captain Miles' vessel than any other." "All right, Tom, I did not think you quite so heartless as your exclamation implied," replied dad, still speaking in a sad tone; "but it's only the way of the world, my boy.

Young birds are always anxious to leave the parent nest, and you are no exception, I suppose, to the rule." I did not make any answer to this.

I could not speak, for my heart was too full.
Presently we arrived at the entrance to Mount Pleasant, when Jake rushed forward and opened the gate leading into the grounds, and we proceeded up the carriage drive towards the house in silence, the moon, which was just rising over the tops of the mountains beyond, lighting up the garden on the terrace in front and making it look like a dream of fairyland.

The flowers and foliage shone out in relief as if tipped with silver against the dark background of the house; while the cool evening breeze was scented with the fragrance of the frangipanni and jessamine, now smelling more strongly than in the daytime, in addition to which I could distinguish the lusciously sweet perfume of the night- blooming cereus, a plant that only unfolds its luscious petals after sunset.
The whole scene lives in my memory now! "Say, Mass' Tom," whispered Jake to me as he took hold of Prince's bridle on my dismounting to lead him away to the stables along with Dandy.