Who is that going past the window?
Ellinor riding ?" Miss Monro went to the window.

"Yes! I am thankful to see her on horseback again.

It was only this morning I advised her to have a ride!" "Poor Dixon! he will suffer too; his legacy can no more be paid than the others; and it is not many young ladies who will be as content to have so old-fashioned a groom riding after them as Ellinor seems to be." As soon as Mr.Ness had left, Miss Monro went to her desk and wrote a long letter to some friends she had at the cathedral town of East Chester, where she had spent some happy years of her former life.

Her thoughts had gone back to this time even while Mr.Ness had been speaking; for it was there her father had lived, and it was after his death that her cares in search of a subsistence had begun.

But the recollections of the peaceful years spent there were stronger than the remembrance of the weeks of sorrow and care; and, while Ellinor's marriage had seemed a probable event, she had made many a little plan of returning to her native place, and obtaining what daily teaching she could there meet with, and the friends to whom she was now writing had promised her their aid.