They kept track of her because she suddenly became rich, and a great lady, and that was a surprising thing to happen to a Merrick.

We've always been a poor lot, you know." The boy glanced at the bundle, pityingly, and the little man caught the look and smiled his sweet, cheery smile.
"My valise was too heavy to carry," he said; "so I wrapped up a few things in case Jane wanted me to stay over night.

And that's why I didn't get a horse at the livery, you know.

Somebody'd have to take it back again." "I'm sure she'll ask you to stay, sir.

And if she doesn't, you come out to the stable and let me know, and I'll drive you to town again.
Donald--that's the coachman--is my friend, and he'll let me have the horse if I ask him." "Thank you, lad," returned the man, gratefully.