abroad, and down to the south of England with his grandfather."
"But you will hear about him," said Amy eagerly. "Do find out for me how he is liked, and his sister too, Edith Derrick: I wonder if she is at all like me."
"Then are you nearly related to these great people?" said Jessie.
"Very nearly; they are my mother's children."
"Your mother's children!—your brother and sister! Why did not you write to them instead of to that aunt who was so profuse in her thanks to that dear Mrs. Lindsay?'"
"I do not know that they ever heard of me. All mamma's friends, all Mr. Derrick's friends, and papa's friends, too, were so displeased at her marriage with papa that we never saw anything of them, or got any letters from them. But Mrs. Evans came to see papa after mamma died, and that is the reason I wrote to her."
"George says he heard no ill of young Mr. Anthony," said Jessie, thoughtfully; "but if I see him I'll tell you what I think of him."
"I wonder if I ought to have written. I do not feel as if I could do it now; but if you could in some way or other mention my name and who my father was before him, you could discover,
