nty of
money. So I do not see why you should not in time be quite content."

"Yes, brother," Hannah said, very low; "but shall I not see Grey for
years?"

"Perhaps not; I don't know," was her brother's reply, as he arose to go,
without a single throb of pity for the woman who was to be left alone in
the home so hateful to him.

But Grey, when he heard of the plan, which did not surprise him,
comforted her with the assurance that he should spend all his long
vacations with her, as he did not mind crossing the ocean at all.

"I may be with you oftener than if I were in America, and then some time
I'll go to Carnarvon and begin the search. So, don't feel so badly," he
said to her as he saw the great tears roll down her cheeks, and guessed
in part her sorrow.

And so the necessary arrangements were made as rapidly as possible, and
one Saturday about the middle of March, Hannah stood on the wharf in New
York with a feeling like death in her heart, and saw Grey sail away and
leave her there alone.

CHAPTER XVI.

EXPECTING BESSIE.

After Miss McPherson had sent her letter to her nephew, Archie, asking
him to give his little daughter to her keeping, her whole nature seemed
to change, and there was on her face a look of happy expectancy rarely
seen there before. Even her cook, Sarah, and her maid, Flora, noticed
and discussed it as they sat together by the kitchen fire; but as Miss
McPherson never encouraged familiarities with her domestics, they asked
her no questions, and only wondered and speculated when she bade them
remove everything from the small bedroom at the end of the upper hall,
which communicated with her own sleeping apartment. But when this room
was papered and painted, and furnished with a pretty carpet of drab and
blue, and a single iron bedstead with lace hangings, and a child's
bureau and rocking-chair, and more than all when a large doll was
bought, with a complete wardrobe for it, Flora could no longer restrain
her curiosity, but asked if her mistress were expecting a child.

"Yes," was the reply, "my grandniece, Betsey, who was named for me. She
lives at Stoneleigh, my old home in Wales, and I may get a letter any
day saying she has sailed. I shall go to New York to meet her so have my
things ready for me to start at a moment's notice."

So confident was Miss McPherson that her nephew would be glad to have
his daughter removed from the influences around her to a home where she
was sure