“Foy Cometh in the Morning.” 139

out when he was examined, and how he himself
had been asked about the handwriting, and thought
it was mine; but he said not a word about my
father, nor did he mention Mr. Hurst. I began a
trembling enquiry after my master, but Master
George either did not or would not hear, and began
talking eagerly of something else ; so with a sinking
heart I felt convinced that all my worst fears about
him were true.

I had missed the first part of what Master George
was saying, but I found him in the midst of an ex-
hortation to me to get strong quickly, because he
had such a delightful plan for us both: Mr. and
Mrs. Prickard were going from home next week,
and, meantime, he was going to a lodging at Aber-
cwm, and he would take me there with him, and I
should have a room in the same house, and should
lie on the beach and play ducks and drakes with
the pebbles, and the sea air would make me well
and strong in no time.

I felt quite dizzy at the novelty of the thing, and
not half as grateful as I ought to have been ; for in
my present weakness I shrank from the thought of
a new place and new people, and wished rather to
be left alone alittle longer. But I could not choose
but accept the offer with grateful thanks ; and then

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when Master George was gone I had a good cry,