brought the dear old doctor back to the Fall Place — brought the small Adam Hoyle, with his queer little twisted neck and hunched back, drawn by harness and plaster into a much improved condition, although not straight yet — brought many letters from David filled with postponements and regrets therefor — and brought also a little son for Cassandra to hold to her bosom and dream and pray over.

And the dreams and the prayers travelled far — far, to the sunny-haired Englishman wrapped in the intricate affairs of a great estate. How much money would accrue? How should it be spent? What improvements should be made in their country home? When Laura’s coming out should be? How many of her old companions might she retain? How many might she call friends? How many were to be hereafter thrust out as