And you, Miss Mary, do but think what a weight I have taken upon my shoulders, and don't put off coming home, for I am almost shaking with anxiety, and for sure and certain my dream it was a warning, and there's something in the wind." They were both so indebted to this good woman that they looked at each other piteously, but agreed.

Walter rang the bell, and ordered the four-wheeler and his own nag.
"Mary, one little walk in that sweet garden." "Yes, dear," said Mary, and in another moment they were walking in the garden, intertwined like the ivy and the oak, and purring over their present delights and glowing prospects.
In the mean time Mrs.Easton packed up their things: Walter's were enrolled in a light rug with straps, which went upon his saddle.

They left the little inn, Mary driving.

When they had gone about two miles they came to cross-roads.
"Please pull up," said Mrs.Easton; then turning to Walter, who was riding ridiculously close to Mary's whip hand, "Isn't that the way to Clifford Hall ?" "It's one way," said he; "but I don't mean to go that way.

How can I?
It's only three miles more round by your house." "Nurse," said Mary, appealingly.
"Ay, ay, poor things," said Mrs.Easton.