morrow to invite her to return to England to live with us. Here is the address, 'To the care of Mr. Hugh Lindsay, Branxholm, South Australia.' She has been living with these good people, Mrs. George Copeland's relatives, for more than three years, and they are as fond of her as if she was their own daughter. I wish you had seen Mrs. George's face when I said I would send for Amy. I expect you to write to her as well as myself to unite with me in the invitation."
"Indeed! Anthony," said Edith, "I am not quite prepared for such a sudden step as this; let us think over it for a while."
"I think there is no time to be lost," said Anthony.
"After living apart all our lives what does it signify if we delay communication with this girl, whom I never heard of before, for a few weeks or months?" said Edith.
"Now that we know where she is, we must take some notice of her; and Mrs. George Copeland of course writes by this mail, so we must also communicate with her."
"Mrs. George Copeland, aunt. Is that the vulgar-looking woman who sat beside the old people at church, who Mrs. Harcourt says came from Botany Bay or some such place? I have no idea of bringing a sister from such society and intro-
