. Be quiet
and modest, as if you had always lived at Tracy Park. Imitate Squire
Harrington and Mr. St. Claire. They are the true gentlemen, and were
to the manner born. Be kind to Mrs. Crawford. She is a lady in every
sense of the word, for she comes of good New England stock.

'And now, good-bye. I shall write sometimes, but not often.

'Your brother,

'Arthur Tracy.'

CHAPTER III.

MR. AND MRS. FRANK TRACY.

Mr. Frank, in his small grocery store at Langley, was weighing out a
pound of butter for the Widow Simpson, who was haggling with him about
the price, when his brother's letter was brought to him by the boy who
swept his store and did errands for him. But Frank was too busy just
then to read it. There was a circus in the village that day, and it
brought the country people into the town in larger numbers than usual.
Naturally, many of them paid Frank a visit in the course of the morning,
so that it was not until he went home to his dinner that be even thought
of the letter, which was finally brought to his mind by his wife's
asking if there was any news.

Mrs. Frank was always inquiring for and expecting news, but she was not
prepared for what this day brought her. Neither was her husband, and
when he read his brother's letter, which he did twice to assure himself
that he was not mistaken, he sat for a moment perfectly bewildered, and
staring at his wife, who was putting his dinner upon the table.

'Dolly,' he gasped at last, when he could speak at all--'Dolly, what do
you think? Just listen. Arthur is going to Europe, to stay forever,
perhaps, and has left us Tracy Park. We are going there to live, and you
will be as grand a lady as Mrs. Atherton, of Brier Hill; or that young
girl at Collingwood.'

Dolly had a platter of ham and eggs in her hand, and she never could
tell, though she often tried to do so, what prevented her from dropping
the whole upon the floor. She did spill some of the fat upon her clean
tablecloth, she put the dish down so suddenly, and sinking into a chair,
demanded what her husband meant. Was he crazy, or what?

'Not a bit of it,' he replied, recovering himself and beginning to
realize the good fortune which had come to him. 'We are rich people,
Dolly. Read for yourself;' and he passed her the letter, which she
seemed to understand better than he had done.

'Why, yes,' she said. 'We are going to Tracy Park to live; but that
doesn't make us ric