the last
twenty years--organist of Dornton church. He has great musical talent,
I've always been told, but I'm no judge of that."

These new things were quite confusing to Anna; it was difficult to
realise them all at once. The beautiful, fair-haired mother, whose
picture she held in her hand, was not so strange. But her grandfather!
She had never even heard of his existence, and now she would very soon
see him and talk to him. Her thoughts, hitherto occupied with Waverley
and the Rectory, began to busy themselves with the town of Dornton, the
church where her mother had been married, and the house where she had
lived.

"Aunt Sarah knows my grandfather, of course," she said aloud. "He will
come to Waverley, and I shall go sometimes to see him at Dornton?"

"Oh, no doubt, no doubt, your aunt will arrange all that," said Mr
Forrest wearily. "And now you must leave me, Anna; I've no time to
answer any more questions. Tell Mary to take a lamp into the study, and
bring me coffee. I have heaps of letters to write, and people to see
this evening."

"Your aunt will arrange all that!" What a familiar sentence that was.
Anna had heard it so often that she had come to look upon Aunt Sarah as
a person whose whole office in life was to arrange and settle the
affairs of other people, and who was sure to do it in the best possible
way.

When she opened her eyes the next morning, her first movement was to
feel under her pillow for the case which held the picture of her mother.
She had a half fear that she might have dreamt all that her father had
told her. No. It was real. The picture was there. The gentle face
seemed to smile at her as she opened the case. How nice to have such a
beautiful mother! As she dressed, she made up her mind that she would
go to see her grandfather directly she got to Waverley. What would he
be like? Her father had spoken of his musical talent in a half-pitying
sort of way. Anna was not fond of music, and she very much hoped that
her grandfather would not be too much wrapped up in it to answer all her
questions. Well, she would soon find out everything about him. Her
reflections were hurried away by the bustle of departure, for Mr
Forrest, though he travelled so much, could never start on a journey
without agitation and fuss, and fears as to losing his train. So, for
the next hour, until Anna was safely settled in a through carriage for
Dornton, with her ticket in her purse, a bene