The rest of his property he gave to the Foreign Missionary Society.

"Now," wrote father, "it will come your turn next, to stand in the gap, when your mother and I fall back from the forlorn hope--life." This merry and unaccustomed view of things did not suggest to my mind the change he intimated; I could not dwell on such an idea, so steadfast a home-principle were father and mother.

It was different with grandfathers and grandmothers, of course; they died, since it was not particularly necessary for them to live after their children were married.
It was early June when I went to Rosville; it was now October.

There was nothing more for me to discover there.

My relations at home and at school were established, and it was probable that the next year's plans were all settled.
"It is the twentieth," said my friend, Helen Perkins, as we lingered in the Academy yard, after school hours.