tant, and thither Jimmy was
dispatched on horseback twice a week. With trembling expectancy every
mail-day I watched for the boy's return down the tortuous track to the
house, but it was always, "No letters for the school-missus."

A week, a fortnight, dragged away. Oh, the slow horror of those
never-ending days! At the end of three weeks Mr M'Swat went to the post
unknown to me, and surprised me with a couple of letters. They bore the
handwriting of my mother and grandmother--what I had been wildly waiting
for,--and now that they had come at last I had not the nerve to open them
while any one was observing me. All day I carried them in my bosom till
my work was done, when I shut myself in my room and tore the envelopes
open to read first my grannie's letter, which contained two:

My dear child,

I have been a long time answering your letter on account of waiting to
consult your mother. I was willing to take you back, but your mother is
not agreeable, so I cannot interfere between you. I enclose your mother's
letter, so you can see how I stand in the matter. Try and do good where
you are. We cannot get what we would like in this world, and must bow to
God's will. He will always, &c.

Mother's Letter to Grannie

My dear Mother,

I am truly grieved that Sybylla should have written and worried you. Take
no notice of her; it is only while she is unused to the place. She will
soon settle down. She has always been a trial to me, and it is no use of
taking notice of her complaints, which no doubt are greatly exaggerated,
as she was never contented at home. I don't know where her rebellious
spirit will eventually lead her. I hope M'Swat's will tame her; it will
do her good. It is absolutely necessary that she should remain there, so
do not say anything to give her other ideas &c.

Mother's Letter to Me

My dear Sybylla,

I wish you would not write and worry your poor old grandmother, who has
been so good to you. You must try and put up with things; you cannot
expect to find it like holidaying at Caddagat. Be careful not to give
offence to any one, as it would be awkward for us. What is wrong with the
place? Have you too much work to do? Do you not get sufficient to cat?
Are they unkind to you, or what? Why don't you have sense and not talk of
getting another place, as it is utterly impossible; and unless you remain
there, how are we to pay the interest on that money? I've always been a
good mother to you, a