In short a year and a half ago he was shipwrecked, and as nearly lost his life as possible.

He was picked up by Captain Graham, whose grand-daughter (no, I think Miss Graham is the old gentleman's niece) has been staying this summer with Mr.Daniel Mortimer.

Mr.Brandon, ye'll understand, is only half-brother to Valentine Mortimer, whom ye frequently see." Valentine was too young to interest the grand lady, but when by a combined carelessness of manner with judicious questioning she had discovered that the so-called St.George had a moderate independence, and prospects besides, she felt a longing wish to carry down little Anastasia herself to see her godfather, and was hardly restrained from doing so by that sense of propriety which never forsook her.

In the mean time Brandon passed out of view into the room where breakfast was spread and the little Anastasia, so named because her birth had taken place on Easter day, was brought down smiling in her sister Barbara's arms.
Peter's little love, a fair and dimpled creature, was forthwith accommodated with a chair close to her godfather, while the twins withdrew to practise their duets, and more viands were placed on the table.
The children then began to wait on their father and his guest, and during a short conversation which ensued concerning Mrs.Peter Melcombe and her boy, they were quite silent, till a pause took place and the little Anastasia lifted up her small voice and distinguished herself by saying-- "Fader, Peter's dot a dhost in his darden." "Got a ghost!" exclaimed John Mortimer, with a look of dismay; for ghosts were the last things he wished his children to hear anything about.
"Yes," said the youngest boy Hugh, "he says he's going to be rather a grand gentleman when he's grown up, but he wishes he hadn't got a ghost." "Then why doesn't he sell it, Huey ?" asked the guest with perfect gravity.
The little fellow opened his blue eyes wider.

"I don't think you know what ghosts are," he remarked.
"Oh yes, I do," answered Brandon.