CHAPTER XXVIII.
A GENTLEMAN FROM THE WARS.
I need hardly say that Sam was sorry when the two days which he had allowed himself for his visit were over.

But that evening, when he mentioned the fact that he was going away in the morning, the Captain, Alice, and Jim, all pressed him so eagerly to stay another week, that he consented; the more as there was no earthly reason he knew of why he should go home.
And the second morning from that on which he should have been at home, going out to the stable before breakfast, he saw his father come riding over the plain, and, going to meet him, found that he, too, meditated a visit to the Captain.
"I thought you were come after me, father," said Sam.

"By the bye, do you know that the Captain's daughter, Miss Alice, is come home ?" "Indeed!" said the Major; "and what sort of a body is she ?" "Oh, she is well enough.

Something like Jim.

Plays very well on the piano, and all that sort of thing, you know.