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them all in Yorkshire. The scarlet fever had
broken out, he said, at Master George’s school ; and
as they were not able to receive him at his home,
he had been sent to his aunt, Mrs. Prickard. She
had taken alarm, lest he should have brought infec-
tion with him, the day after his arrival, and had
sent him off to air himself in the sea-breezes of
Abercwm ; but in the meantime he had’ been to
see Mr. Hurst, and had renewed the old acquain-
tance with all its former closeness. My maste1
had not mentioned him to me the night before,
because I was so full of Nance’s death, and all my
own affairs.

“ But I had asked after you,” said Master George.
“Tad I not, Mr. Hurst? My sister told me about
you, and said I was to mind and write her word
how you were, and how you were getting on. I
mean us to learn together while I am here,” he
added ; “it is much better fun than all by one’s
self, and Mr. Hurst has undertaken to look after
my lessons as long as J am down here; have not
you ?”

I was all in a glow of delight at the thought that
Miss Churchill still remembered and cared about
me ;

J

and so the question whether I would go on
with my former studies passed by, and settled itself
without further discussion.