The children are to be with me for an
hour or two before luncheon, and I am
only to devote my afternoons to people in
general. He has refused all invitations
this season, and at the lieginning of July
he means to send us all down to Marsh
lands; it seems Gay insists on It,”
I was Dieted and thankful to hear this,
i was loosing rorwaru to our visit to
Marshlands with an intensity tha f sur
prised mvself. It seemed almost too good
to be true that mv mistress would be with
us. I longed to see the young Mrs. Rossi
ter In her happiness, to revisit our old
haunts to spend our afternoons In the
orchard to go over to Wheeler's Farm a r ,i
see Molly. Perhaps we mighteven revisit
the Red Farm.
Mr Hawtrv had recovered from his ac
cident. I knew that he had been awav
for ctiange of air and scene with his cous
in, aud was back again at the Red Farm.
He seemed to he frequently at Marsh
lands for Gav always mentioned him in
her letters. He was very busy as usual,
making improvements on bis farm and
building more laborers' cottages. Luke
Armstrong lived in one of them.
Hannah used to quote largely from
Luke's letters, as we walked iu Reusing
ton Gardens in the bright June mornings.
Sometimes it was about a piece of furni
ture Luke had picked up cheaply, an
eight-dav doc’;, or a chest of drawers, or
a round table that would come in handy.
