If he got married and left them, I don't know what they would do; he has been so regular." Though the day was hot, the weather was perfect, and Emily, having exchanged her easy slippers for an almost equally easy pair of tan shoes, found her tired feet might still be used.

Her disposition to make the very best of things inspired her to regard even an eight-mile walk with courage.

The moorland air was so sweet, the sound of the bees droning as they stumbled about in the heather was such a comfortable, peaceful thing, that she convinced herself that she should find the four miles to Maundell quite agreeable.
She had so many nice things to think of that she temporarily forgot that she had put Mrs.Cupp's letter in her pocket, and was half-way across the moor before she remembered it.
"Dear me!" she exclaimed when she recalled it.

"I must see what has happened." She opened the envelope and began to read as she walked; but she had not taken many steps before she uttered an exclamation and stopped.
"How very nice for them!" she said, but she turned rather pale.
From a worldly point of view the news the letter contained was indeed very nice for the Cupps, but it put a painful aspect upon the simple affairs of poor Miss Fox-Seton.
"It is a great piece of news, in one way," wrote Mrs.Cupp, "and yet me and Jane can't help feeling a bit low at the thought of the changes it will make, and us living where you won't be with us, if I may take the liberty, miss.

My brother William made a good bit of money in Australia, but he has always been homesick for the old country, as he always calls England.