best; George thinks there is no fear of me, but his opinion of my capacity is downright extravagant. I'm sure there never was a man easier to please than him, and he gives me credit for it,
as if he was the most cantankerous being in the world."
"Are you then really going to the farm—to Millmount, on the Stanmore property?" said Amy eagerly.
" There's no great permanence on these English farms like what my father speaks of in Scotland. George does not think his father has got a lease, but the old Squire does not turn out the tenants so long as they pay their rent ."
"But suppose the old Squire were dead, would the young Squire—this Mr. Anthony Derrick that George speaks of—make any change?"
I don't know; I fancy Mr. Copeland thinks that now he is growing old, the squire would be more likely to keep him on if he had a young active son to help with the farm, and he cannot hear the notion of leaving Millmount."
"Then you may see that young Mr. Derrick; you will be sure to see him," said Amy.
"He does not go much amongst the tenantry, I hear; but then he has been at college, and
