“You may order a carriage, Philip,” said Mr. Carter the next morning. “Pick out a handsome one with seats for four.”

“Yes, sir.”

In five minutes the carriage was at the door.

“Now, Philip, we will go to see my long-neglected niece, Mrs. Forbush. Give the driver the necessary directions.”

“Mrs. Forbush does not have many carriage-callers,” said Philip, smiling.

“Perhaps she will have more hereafter,” said Mr. Carter, “I ought not so long to have lost sight of her. I always liked Rebecca better than Lavinia, yet I let the latter prejudice me against her cousin, who is in disposition¹, education and sincerity² her superior. You see, Philip, there are old fools in the world as well as young ones.”

“It is never too late to mend, Mr. Carter,” said Phil, smiling.

“That's very true, even if it is a young philosopher who says it.”

“I don't claim any originality³ for it, Mr. Carter.”

“By the way, Philip, I have noticed that you always express yourself very correctly. Your education must be good.”

“Yes, sir, thanks to my father, or the man whom I always regarded as my father. I am a fair Latin scholar, and know something of Greek.”

“Were you preparing for college?” asked Mr. Carter, with interest.

“Yes, sir.”

“Would you like to go?”

“I should have gone had father lived, but my step-mother said it was foolishness and would be money thrown away.”

“Perhaps she preferred to incur⁴ that expense for her own son?” suggested the old gentleman.

“Jonas wouldn't consent to that. He detests⁵ study, and would decidedly object to going to college.”

“By the way, you haven't heard from them lately?”

“Only that they have left our old home and gone no one knows where.”

“That is strange.”

By this time they had reached the

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