Then you have nothing to fear, and you can go about as freely here as in the New England States." At that moment little Jack, followed by Nan, came out of the grotto rubbing his eyes.

Then, perceiving his mother, he ran to her.

Mrs.
Weldon embraced him tenderly.
"The charming little boy!" said the American, approaching Jack.
"It is my son," replied Mrs.Weldon.
"Oh, Mrs.Weldon, you must have been doubly tried, because your child has been exposed to so many dangers." "God has brought him out of them safe and sound, as He has us, Mr.
Harris," replied Mrs.Weldon.
"Will you permit me to kiss him on his pretty cheeks ?" asked Harris.
"Willingly," replied Mrs.Weldon.
But Mr.Harris's face, it appeared, did not please little Jack, for he clung more closely to his mother.
"Hold!" said Harris, "you do not want me to embrace you?
You are afraid of me, my good little man ?" "Excuse him, sir," Mrs.Weldon hastened to say.

"It is timidity on his part." "Good! we shall become better acquainted," replied Harris.

"Once at the Farm, he will amuse himself mounting a gentle pony, which will tell him good things of me." But the offer of the gentle pony did not succeed in cajoling Jack any more than the proposition to embrace Mr.Harris.
Mrs.Weldon, thus opposed, hastened to change the conversation.