cited.

Their mother, after a while, told them that it would probably be
necessary for them to leave that dear place, and go to The Grove, their
grandmamma wishing to be always with them, and having her own
comfortable rooms at The Grove.

Lucy and Emily began to shed tears on hearing of this, but they said
nothing at that time.

Henry said:

"But John, mamma, and Betty--what can we do without them?"

"Can't they go with us, my dear?" said Mrs. Fairchild.

"And John Trueman, and nurse, and Mary Bush, and Margery,
and--and--and----" added Henry, not being able to get out any more
names in his impatience.

"And the school!" said Emily.

"We do not live in the same house with these persons last mentioned,"
answered Mrs. Fairchild, "and therefore they would not miss us as those
would do with whom we may reside; we must help them at a distance. If
you, Lucy and Emily, have more money given you now, you must save it
for these poor dear people. Kind Mrs. Burke will divide it amongst them
as they want it; and she will look after the school."

"Oh, Emily!" said Lucy, "we will save all we can."

Emily could not speak, but she put her hand in Lucy's, and Lucy knew
what that meant.

Who could think of lessons such a day as this? As soon as breakfast was
over, Henry ran to talk to John about all that he heard: and Lucy and
Emily, with their mother's leave, went out into the air to recover
themselves before they appeared in the presence of their grandmother.
They were afraid of meeting the maid, so they went up to the top of the
round hill, and seated themselves in the shade of the beech-trees.

For a little while they looked about them, particularly down on the
house and garden and the pleasant fields around them, every corner of
which they knew as well as children always know every nook in the
place in which they have spent their early days. They were both
shedding tears, and yet trying to hide them from each other. Lucy was
the first who spoke.

"Oh, Emily!" she said, "I cannot bear to think of leaving this dear
home. Can we ever be so happy again as we have been here?"

The little girls were silent again for some minutes, and then Lucy went
on:

"Oh, Emily! how many things I am thinking of! There--don't you see the
little path winding through the wood to the hut? How many happy
evenings we have had in that hut! Shall we ever have another? And there
is the way to Mary Bush's."

"Do you remember the walk we ha