170 THERE IS NO HURRY.

get my mother to go with the little girls to the
sea-side. Take her away altogether from this
home—take her”

“ Where?” inquired Mr. Adams; ‘she will
not accept shelter in my house.”

# I do not know,” answered his niece, relaps-
ing into-all the helplessness of first grief; ‘‘in-
deed 1 do not know; her brother-in-law, Sir
James Ashbroke, invited her to the Pleasaunce,
but my brother objects to her going there, his
uncle has behaved so neglectfully about his ap-
pointment.”’ |

“ Foolish boy!” muttered Charles; ‘this is
no time to quarrel about trifles. The fact is,
Mary, that the sooner you are all out of this
house the better; there are one or two credi-
tors, not for large sums certainly, but still men
who will have their money ; and if we do not
quietly sell off, they will force us. The house
might have been disposed of last week by pri-
vate contract, but your mother would not hear
of it, because the person who offered* was a
medical rival of my poor brother.” 7

Mary did not hear the: concluding observa-
tion; her eyes wandered from object to object
in the room—the harp—the various things
known from childhood. ‘ Any thing you and
your mother wish, my dear niece,” said her kind
uncle, “ shall be preserved—the family pictures
—your harp—your piano—they are all hallow
ed memorials, and shall be kept sacred.”