She looked on thoughtfully, pondering much of what she heard and saw, in her heart.

She had ceased to speak about the annoyance of having "Woodbine Lodge" "forever staring down," with a kind of triumph, upon them; though it was hard for her, at all times, to rise above this weakness.

The "Markland blood," as she said, was too strong within her.

What puzzled her most was the cheerful heart of her brother, and the interest he took in many things once scarcely noticed.

Formerly, when thought went beyond himself, its circumference was limited by the good of his own family; but now, he gave some care to the common good, and manifested a neighbourly regard for others.