"It is you who are good to me, dearest Lady Temple."

"I am afraid I shall hardly get you again. Your poor uncle will never

be able to part with you, so I won't ask you to promise, but if ever you

can--"

"If ever I can! This has been a very happy time, dear Lady Temple," a

confidence seemed trembling on her lips, but she suppressed it. "I shall

always think of you as the kindest friend a motherless girl ever had! I

will write to you from Bath. Good-bye--"

And there were all the boys in a row, little affectionate Hubert

absolutely tearful, and Conrade holding up a bouquet, on which he had

spent all his money, having persuaded Coombe to ride with him to the

nursery garden at Avoncester to procure it. He looked absolutely shy and

blushing, when Bessie kissed him and promised to dry the leaves and keep

them for ever.




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