nd `'tis ill to get in the hundred and lose in the shire.' So
look to the end, Jenny, and be wise in time. `All that glittereth is
not gold,' and all gold does not glitter, specially when folk's eyes be
shut. We say down in my country, `There's a hill against a stack all
Craven through,' and thou'lt find it so. God keep thee!"

Jenny's father gave her a warm embrace and a hearty blessing, and his
hand went to his eyes as he turned to Robin Featherstone.

"Fare you well, Robin," said he, "and have a care of my girl."

The elegant Mr Featherstone laid his hand upon that portion of his
waistcoat which was supposed to cover his heart.

"Mr Lavender, it will be the pride of my heart to serve Mrs Jenny,
though it cost my life."

He sprang on the brown horse, and Jenny, helped by her father, mounted
the pillion behind him. Women very seldom rode alone at that day.

Kate ran after them, as they started, with an old shoe in her hand,
which she delivered with such good (or bad) effect that it hit the horse
on the ear, and made it shy. Happily, it was a sedate old quadruped,
not given to giddy ways, and quickly recovered itself.

"Good luck!" cried Kate, as they rode away.

A second horse followed, ridden by one of Colonel Lane's stable-boys,
carrying Jenny's two bags.

It was not a mile from the farm to Bentley Hall, and they were soon in
the stable-yard, where Jenny alighted, and was taken by Featherstone
into the servants' hall, where with another complimentary flourish he
introduced her to the rest of the household.

"My lords and ladies, I have the honour to present to you the Lady Jane
Lavender."

"Now you just get out of my way, with your lords and ladies," said the
cook, pushing by them. "Good even, Jenny. We've seen Jenny Lavender
afore, every man jack of us."

Mr Featherstone got out of the way without much delay, for the cook had
a gridiron in his hand, and he had been known before now to box
somebody's ears with that instrument.

He recovered his dignity as soon as he could, and suggested that Jenny
should go up to the chamber of her new mistress.

"Maybe Mrs Millicent should be pleased to take her," he said, making a
low bow to Mrs Lane's maid.

"She knows her way upstairs as well as I do," answered Millicent
bluntly. "Have done with your airs, Robin! and prithee don't put Jenny
up to 'em.

"Now, Jenny, you run up and wait for Mrs Jane; she'll be there in a
minute, most like. You can hang