cipal corn-merchant here has offered to take me into partnership;
and, from what I can see, it will be a very good thing and a great rise
in life. But, sir, I can't settle to it at present; I can't settle, as
I would wish to anything. I know you will not laugh at me when I say I
have a strange longing to travel for a while. I have been reading books
of travels, and they get into my head more than any other books. But I
don't think I could leave the country with a contented heart till I have
had just another look at you know whom,--just to see her, and know she
is happy. I am sure I could shake hands with Will and kiss her little
one without a wrong thought. What do you say to that, dear sir? You
promised to write to me about her. But I have not heard from you. Susey,
the little girl with the flower-ball, has had a loss too: the poor old
man she lived with died within a few days of my dear uncle's decease.
Mother moved here, as I think you know, when the forge at Graveleigh was
sold; and she is going to take Susey to live with her. She is quite fond
of Susey. Pray let me hear from you soon; and do, dear sir, give me your
advice about travelling--and about Her. You see I should like Her to
think of me more kindly when I am in distant parts.

I remain, dear sir,

Your grateful servant,

T. BOWLES.

P.S.--Miss Travers has sent me Will's last remittance. There is
very little owed me now; so they must be thriving. I hope she is not
overworked.

On returning by the train that evening, Kenelm went to the house of Will
Somers. The shop was already closed, but he was admitted by a trusty
servant-maid to the parlour, where he found them all at supper, except
indeed the baby, who had long since retired to the cradle, and the
cradle had been removed upstairs. Will and Jessie were very proud when
Kenelm invited himself to share their repast, which, though simple,
was by no means a bad one. When the meal was over and the supper things
removed, Kenelm drew his chair near to the glass door which led into a
little garden very neatly kept--for it was Will's pride to attend to it
before he sat down to his more professional work. The door was open,
and admitted the coolness of the starlit air and the fragrance of the
sleeping flowers.

"You have a pleasant home here, Mrs. Somers."

"We have, indeed, and know how to bless him we owe it to."

"I am rejoiced to think that. How often when God designs a
special kindne