That's not much to ask for." I thanked my simple host, and determined to write to a stationer at Hull for some tracing-paper by the first post next morning.

There was some happiness, at least, in having found this unlooked-for end to my researches.

I had a good excuse for remaining longer near Charlotte Halliday.
"It's only for my poor Mary's sake I set any value on that old volume," the farmer said, presently, in a meditative tone.

"You see the names there are the names of her relations, not mine; and this place and all in it was hers.

Dorothy and I are only interlopers, as you may say, at the best, though I brought my fortune to the old farm, and Dorothy brought her fortune, and between us we've made Newhall a much better place than it was in old James Halliday's time.