'I _will_ find her! I know I will!'" "But have you never heard from her ?" "Well, indeed, there was a letter," said Nance, "came soon after she left.

Dr.Francis read it to me, and I think I put it in that teapot, but I am not sure; indeed, perhaps Peggie has thrown it away." "And what did she say ?" "'Oh!' she said, 'I have found my sister, Nance, and you must not be unhappy about me, everybody is so kind to me.

If anyone comes to ask for me, say I am here,' but she didn't say where!" "But the address was at the top of the letter," said Cardo.
"Oh, anwl! I daresay it was.

I never thought of that! There's a pity now; but try again to read that--she read it." "Well, let me see," said Cardo, taking the faded paper to the window.
"Mrs.Besborough Power ?" "That's it!" said Nance.
"Carew ?" "No; that's not right." "Carne ?" "Yes; that's what she called it." "Montgomeryshire ?" "No; she wrote there and the letter was sent back." "Then it must be Monmouthshire!" And with this scant information, and a very heavy heart, Cardo left the cottage, and, telling Jack Harris to meet him at the other side of the island, he made his way up the path which led to the little burying-ground behind the Rock Church.
"Poor fellow!" said Peggi Bullet, looking after him, "you can't measure sorrow by the length of a man." He stepped over the low wall which divided it from the coarse grass of the cliffs, and immediately found himself in a sunny corner.

The little grassy mounds were numerous, few had headstones; but one, marked by a little white cross, had evidently received much care and attention.