Like myself, he is engaged in hunting up his lost relatives." "And I," said Robert, "am very much pleased to know that we are not without favorable clues." "Bishop," said Iola, "Mr.Johnson wishes to know where I am to stop.

He is going on an exploring expedition, and wishes to let me know the result." "We stop at Mrs.Allston's, 313 New Street," said the bishop.

"If I can be of any use to you, I am at your service." "Thank you," said Robert, lifting his hat, as he left them to pursue his inquiries about his long-lost mother.
Quickly he trod the old familiar streets which led to his former home.
He found Mrs.Johnson, but she had aged very fast since the war.

She was no longer the lithe, active woman, with her proud manner and resolute bearing.

Her eye had lost its brightness, her step its elasticity, and her whole appearance indicated that she was slowly sinking beneath a weight of sorrow which was heavier far than her weight of years.