"Just so, miss," said the old man, his face brimming over with
happiness. "And now, before we part, we must have a bit of toffee all
round, as you was used to in old times." So saying, he opened an old
drawer, which seemed abundantly furnished with sundry kinds of sweets,
and produced the toffee, which he pressed upon each of his three
visitors. "There," he said in a tone of deep satisfaction, "that's just
as it should be; and now, Miss Julia," he added, "when you want any
more, you know where to come for it."

Few happier hearts were laid on a bed that night in England than the
heart of old Harry the butler.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

TRUE SHAME VERSUS FALSE SHAME.

While Amos rejoiced greatly in the return of his sister, there was much
still to be accomplished before his great object could be fairly said to
be attained, even in her case. Nothing could be kinder than Mr
Huntingdon's treatment of his restored child; and when her little ones
joined her, it seemed as if the pent back affections of the squire were
coming forth in such a rush as would almost overwhelm his grandchildren
with a flood of indulgence. Brighter days, then, had come;
nevertheless, Amos could not help seeing much in the character and
conduct of both his sister and Walter which saddened him. Acting
himself on the highest of all principles--the constraining love of the
heavenly Master--he could not be content till the same holy motive
should have its place in the hearts of those he so dearly loved.

Sorrow had subdued and softened in Julia the less amiable features in
her character; while all that Amos had done and suffered and was still
doing for herself and her children could not but draw out her heart to
him. But yet, while she loved and respected Amos, she just simply
dearly loved Walter; towards him the deeper and tenderer feelings of her
heart went forth. And Walter himself--though Amos was the object of his
warmest admiration, and, in a certain sense, of his imitation--was far
from adopting the standard and motives of his brother. To do simply
what his conscience told him to be right, when such a course would cut
the prejudices of his gay worldly friends across the grain, was a thing
he was by no means prepared for; and here he had his sister's sympathy.
Not that she openly advocated a worldly and compromising line of
conduct--for indeed she was too glad to leave for a while argument and
outspoken opinions to others--but she made