He is too heart-broken to write.

He knows he is welcome in your house; he is longing to see you, now his only son----" Adelaide's voice faltered, and it was a moment ere she could go on--"but he would have you stay away till September, not risking a return during the hottest season; and, if you wish, he will attend to the plantation, hiring blacks to work it." "My poor, poor old father!" Mr.Dinsmore exclaimed, with emotion.

"Welcome in my house?
If I had but a dollar, I would share it with him." "He shall never want a home, while any of us live!" sprang simultaneously from the lips of Mr.Allison and Mr.Travilla.
Adelaide and Elsie were too much moved to speak, but each gave her husband a look of grateful affection.
"Thank you both," Mr.Dinsmore said.

"Adelaide, I shall write my father to-day.

Does Lora say that he is well ?" Mrs.Allison could hardly speak for tears, as she answered, "He is not ill, but sadly aged by grief and care.