d sent him homeward to the music of,

There may be fairer lands beyond the sea,
But it's Home! It's Home in the North Country!

Harry's mother was delighted. This public approbation justified her own
rather extravagant welcome, and when John's face showed a shadow of
disapproval, she was not pleased.

"It is too much especially at this time, mother. It is more than Harry
can or will live up to. Trust me, mother, for I know the men. This noisy
welcome was not so much a mark of their friendship and admiration as it
was a bid for Harry's help and patronage, and when Harry gets weary of
giving and doing or becomes unable to give or do, they will feel wronged
and offended and perhaps express their dissatisfaction just as
pointedly."

"He is thy own brother, and I wouldn't be jealous of his popularity if I
was thee."

"Jealous! Mother! How can you accuse me of such a feeling?" He could say
no more for he was deeply pained at the charge.

"Well, John, I was wrong to say 'jealous.' I said it because it was the
ugliest word I could think of at the moment."

"If you thought I was jealous, you were right to tell me so."

"Nay, my lad, I didn't think so--not for a moment--so I was wrong. Well,
then, we all say the wrong word sometimes."

"To be sure we do."

"Just out of pure ugliness."

"Or misunderstanding?"

"Not in Martha Hatton's case. She understands well enough. Sometimes she
is sorry, as she is now. Generally speaking, she is satisfied with
herself. Why did you not go to Yoden with your brother? Were you afraid
of vexing Jane?"

"I thought as you did, that they would prefer going home alone. The
children were tired and hungry. Lucy had a headache, and after sending
off their baggage and servants, I gave them a promise to see them
tomorrow. I think, too, that Mr. Lugur was sure to be at Yoden."

This air of returning home victorious over some undeserved misfortune
and of taking possession of a home to which he had some ancient right,
was the tone given to Harry's settlement at Yoden, and for a long time
he felt compelled to honor it, even after it had become stale and
tedious. For it pleased his mother, and she did many unconsidered things
to encourage it. For instance, she gave a formal dinner at Hatton Hall
to which she invited all the county families and wealthy manufacturers
within her knowledge. A dinner at Hatton Hall was a rare social ceremony
and had not been observed since the death of the