written by
Mistress Catherine was read, that she had remembered everyone, and
desired that Harris, and Fanny, and nurse's son, should all have
something very handsome. All her toys and gayest dresses, and many
ornaments and books, were to be given to me: and the poor whom she had
loved and visited were all remembered.

"That death was the cutting up of all the worldly prospects of the old
ladies, for Evelyn was the last of that branch of the family. At the
death of the youngest Mistress Vaughan, who lived to a very great age,
the estates went into other hands, and The Grove was sold, and
purchased by a gentleman whose son parted with it to your uncle. The
very name of Vaughan is now nearly forgotten in that part of the world,
excepting it may be by a few very old persons like myself."

Farewell to the Old Home

[Illustration: Henry reminded her of the robin]

Michaelmas was the time fixed for their all moving to The Grove, and
leaving that sweet place which was the only one the children had
learned to love. Mrs. Fairchild had let August pass without saying much
to her children about the moving, though she and Mr. Fairchild had been
busy with many settlements.

Mr. Fairchild had been at The Grove again, and come back again. He had
settled that John was to have a part of the large garden under his
care, and that no one was to meddle with him; and that he was to take
charge of the old horse and carriage, and to go out with the children
when they went abroad in it. Henry was to have leave to go to John,
when he wished to work in the garden.

Mrs. Fairchild fixed on Betty to wait upon the children; she knew that
they must have a maid, and she soon settled who that maid should be.

"I know Betty," she said; "and I know I may trust her with my
children."

Miss Tilney was very angry when she heard of this.

"Well, to be sure," she said, "so Betty is turned into a young lady's
governess; who could have thought it? How very ridiculous some people
are!"

When September came, Mrs. Fairchild reminded her children how near the
time was come, and that they must think of preparing to move. When Lucy
and Emily heard this, which they did one morning at breakfast, they
could not help shedding a few tears.

Their mother sent them out into the fresh air, saying she would have no
lessons that morning, but giving no particular reason. The little girls
were glad to be left to themselves, and they put on their bonnets and