"He is always doing people good turns.

He is the best, the truest, the cleverest, the dearest darling dear that ever stepped, and a second father to me; and, cousin, this village is his birth-place, and he didn't say much, but it was he who told us of this farm, and he would be so pleased if I could write and say, 'We are to have the farm--Cousin Walter says so.'" She turned her lovely eyes, brimming with tenderness, toward her cousin Walter, and he was done for.
"Of course you shall have it," he said, warmly.

"Only you will not be angry with me if I insist on the increased rent.

You know, cousin, I have a father, too, and I must be just to him." "To be sure, you must, dear," said Mary, incautiously; and the word penetrated Walter's heart as if a woman of twenty-five had said it all of a sudden and for the first time.
When they got home, Mary told Mr.Bartley he was to have the farm if he would pay the increased rent.
"That is all right," said Bartley.

"Then to-morrow we can go home." "So soon!" said Mary, sorrowfully.
"Yes," said Bartley, firmly; "the rest had better be done in writing.
Why, Mary, what is the use of staying on now?
We are going to live here in a month or two." "I forgot that," said Mary, with a little sigh.