I was going home! When we rode over the brow of the hill within a mile of Surrey, and I saw the crescent-shaped village, and the tall chimneys of our house on its outer edge, instead of my heart leaping for joy, as I had expected, a sudden indifference filled it.

I felt averse to the change from the narrow ways of Barmouth, which, for the moment, I regretted.

When I entered the house, and saw mother in her old place, her surroundings unaltered, I suffered a disappointment.
I had not had the power of transferring the atmosphere of my year's misery to Surrey.
The family gathered round me.

I heard the wonted sound of the banging of doors.

"The doors at grand'ther's," I mused, "had list nailed round their edges; but then he _had_ the list, being a tailor." "I vum," said Temperance, with her hand on her hip, and not offering to approach me, "your hair is as thick as a mop." Hepsey, rubbing her fingers against her thumb, remarked that she hoped learning had not taken away my appetite.