your own business for a time; the queen is out of
temper. The ears of ministers have been poisoned by lying letters from
my enemies in Spain, but it will all come right in time. As you know, I
have papers which will clear me of every charge that their malignity may
invent. When I am in favor again I will let you know, and will present
you to the queen and minister of war; at any rate, you will like a rest
at home before you set out for the Netherlands, so there will be plenty
of time."

The next day Jack took his place on the coach for Southampton. He
arrived there after fourteen hours' journey, and put up at a hotel for
the night. The next morning he dressed himself with greater care than
usual, and started for the well remembered shop in the High Street. He
knocked at the private door, and inquired if Mistress Anthony were in.

"Will you say that a gentleman whom she knows wishes to speak to her?"

Jack was shown into the parlor, and in a minute or two Mrs. Anthony
appeared, looking a little flustered at hearing that a grand looking
officer wished to see her. Jack advanced toward her with a smile.

"Why, Jack!" she exclaimed with a scream of delight, "is it you?" and
the good woman threw her arms round his neck and kissed him as if he had
been her own son.

"Of course we got your letters," she said, "telling us how you had been
made an officer and then a captain. The last letter we had from you was
from Italy; telling us about that great sea fight, and that you were
coming home, but that's eight months ago. We knew you were with my
Lord Peterborough, and we saw in the Intelligencer about his being in
Germany, and last week they said he had come home. We were talking about
you only yesterday, and wondering whether you would come down to see us,
and whether you would know us now you had grown such a fine gentleman,
and being written about in Lord Peterborough's dispatches, and
accustomed to all sorts of grand society."

"You knew I would," Jack said; "why, where should I go if not here? And
Alice is quite well, I hope, and grown quite a woman."

"Not quite a woman yet, Jack, but getting on." She opened the door and
called Alice, and in a minute the girl ran down. Her mother saw that she
had guessed who the caller was, for she had smoothed her hair and put on
a bright ribbon which her mother had not seen for three years, and which
Jack himself had given her. She paused a moment shyly at the door, for
this young of