we should really come nearer again—if she had a change. If she ээwillээ go, Joseph, she must at least leave us with the feeling that our home is always hers, whenever she chooses to accept it."
Julia bent over Joseph's chair, gave him a rapid kiss, and then went off to make her peace with Aunt Rachel. When the two women came to the tea-table the latter had an uncertain, bewildered air, while the eyelids of the former were red,—either from tears or much rubbing.
A fortnight afterwards Rachel Miller left the farm and went to reside with her widowed niece, in Magnolia.
The day after her departure another surprise came to Joseph in the person of his father-in-law. Mr. Blessing arrived in a hired vehicle from the station. His face was so red and radiant from the March winds, and perhaps some private source of satisfaction, that his sudden arrival could not possibly be interpreted as an omen of ill-fortune. He shook hands with the Irish groom who had driven him over, gave him a handsome gratuity in addition to the hire of the team, extracted an elegant travelling-satchel from under the seat, and met Joseph at the gate, with a breezy burst of feeling:—
"God bless you, son-in-law! It does my heart good to see you again I And then, at last, the pleasure of behold-. ing your ancestral seat; really, this is quite—quite manorial!"
Julia, with a loud cry of "O pa!" came rushing from the house.
"Bless me, how wild and fresh the child looks!" cried Mr. Blessing, after the embrace. "Only see the country roses on her cheeks! Almost too young and sparkling for Lady Asten, of Asten Hall, eh? As Dry den says, 'Happy, happy, happy pair!' It takes me back to the days when I
