The truth is, he did not want to let the farm to Bartley.
Bartley saw this, and drew Mary aside.
"Should not you like to come here, my child ?" "Yes, papa, if you wish it; and you know it's dear Mr.Hope's birth-place." "Well, then, tell this young fellow so.

I will give you an opportunity." That was easily managed, and then Mary said, timidly, "Cousin Walter, we should all three be so glad if we might have the farm." "Three ?" said he.

"Who is the third ?" "Oh, somebody that everybody likes and I love.

It is Mr.Hope.Such a duck! I am sure you would like him." "Hope! Is his name William ?" "Yes, it is.

Do you know him ?" asked Mary, eagerly.
"I have reason to know him: he did me a good turn once, and I shall never forget it." "Just like him!" cried Mary.