CHAPTER VIII.
_SPINDLEWOOD_.
It seemed a little like old times to Grace, to be once more going with Rose and John over the pretty romantic road to Spindlewood.
John did not reflect upon how little she now saw of him, and how much of a trial the separation was; but he noticed how bright and almost gay she was, when they were by themselves once more.

He was gay too.
In the congenial atmosphere of sympathy, his confidence in himself, and his own right in the little controversy that had occurred, returned.

Not that he said a word of it; he did not do so, and would not have done so for the world.

Grace and Rose were full of anecdotes of this, that, and the other of their scholars; and all the particulars of some of their new movements were discussed.

The people had, of their own accord, raised a subscription for a library, which was to be presented to John that day, with a request that he would select the books.
"Gracie, that must be your work," said John; "you know I shall have an important case next week." "Oh, yes! Rose and I will settle it," said Grace.