with my father. I will write more when I can. I can't get on now. 'C. M.
E.'

He might well say he had first seen it in his sister's face. She had
brought him the paper, and was looking for something he wanted her to
read to him, when 'Redclyffe Bay' met her eye, and then came the whole
at one delightful glance. He saw the heightened colour, the exquisite
smile, the tear-drop on the eyelash.

'Amy! what have you there?'

She pointed to the place, gave the paper into his hand, and burst into
tears, the gush of triumphant feeling. Not one was shed because she was
divided from the hero of the shipwreck; they were pure unselfish tears
of joy, exultation, and thankfulness. Charles read the history, and she
listened in silence; then looked it over again with him, and betrayed
how thoroughly she had been taught the whole geography of Redclyffe Bay.
The next person who came in was Charlotte; and as soon as she understood
what occupied them, she went into an ecstasy, and flew away with the
paper, rushing with it straight into her father's room, where she broke
into the middle of his letter-writing, by reading it in a voice of
triumph.

Mr. Edmonstone was delighted. He was just the person who would be far
more taken with an exploit of this kind, such as would make a figure in
the world, than by steady perseverance in well-doing, and his heart was
won directly. His wrath at the hasty words had long been diminishing,
and now was absolutely lost in his admiration. 'Fine fellow! noble
fellow!' he said. 'He is the bravest boy I ever heard of, but I knew
what was in him from the first. I wish from my heart there was not this
cloud over him. I am sure the whole story has not a word of truth in it,
but he won't say a word to clear himself, or else we would have him here
again to-morrow.'

This was the first time Mr. Edmonstone had expressed anything of real
desire to recall Guy, and it was what Charles meant in his letter.

The tyranny over Charlotte was exercised while the rest were at dinner,
and they were alone together. They talked over the adventure for the
tenth time that day, and Charles grew so excited that he vowed that he
must at once write to Guy, ordered her to give him the materials, and
when she hesitated, forced her into it, by declaring that he should get
up and reach the things himself, which would be a great deal worse. She
wanted to write from his dictation, but he would not consent, thinking
that his mother m