Whether he's old or young, and what family he's got, I can't tell ye.

All I know is, that he don't seem in no hurry to see his place, an' he must be a reg'lar city man, or he'd know that winter's the time to come to work a farm in the spring of the year." Other people, however, knew more about Mr.Haverley than Mike did, and Miss Panney could have informed any one that he was a young man, unmarried, and a second nephew to old Butterwood.

She had faith that Dr.
Tolbridge could give her some additional points, provided she could get an opportunity of properly questioning him.
Meanwhile the days passed on; the roads about Thorbury dried up and grew better; in low, sheltered places, the grass showed a greenish hue; the willows turned yellow, and people began to ponder over the catalogues of seed merchants.

At last, it was the third of April, and on that day, in a large bright room of a New York boarding-house, kneeling in front of an open trunk, were Mr.Ralph Haverley and his sister Miriam.
Presently Miriam, whose years had not yet reached fifteen, vigorously pushed a pair of slippers into an unoccupied crevice in the trunk, and then, drawing back, seated herself on a stool.
"The delightful thing about this packing is," she said, "that it will never have to be done again.

I am not going to any school, or any country place to board; you are not going to a hotel, not to any house kept by other people; our things do not have to be packed separately; we can put them in anywhere where they will fit; we are both going to the same place; we are going home, and there we shall stay." "Always ?" asked her brother, looking up with a smile.
"Always," answered Miriam.