Mary’s, and his finding the places in my prayer-book; and how good and still he was on Sunday evenings!—so mild for such a proud, lively boy; so patient with all my blunders in reading; and so wonderfully to be depended on, for he never spent those evenings from home. I had a constant fear that he would accept some invitation and forsake us; but he never did, nor seemed ever to wish to do it. Thus, of course, it can be no more. I suppose Sunday will now be Dr. Bretton’s dining-out day?”

“Children, come down!” here called Mrs. Bretton from below. Paulina would still have lingered, but I inclined to descend. We went down.