"Where is Frederick now, mamma? Our letters are directed to the care of Messrs. Barbour, at Cadiz. I know: but where is he himself?"
"I can't remember the name of the place, but he is not called Hale; you must remember that, Margaret. Notice the F. D. in every corner of the letters. He has taken the name of Dickenson. I wanted him to have been called Beresford, to which he had a kind of right, but your father thought he had better not. He might be recognised, you know, if he were called by my name."
"Mamma," said Margaret, "I was at Aunt Shaw's when it all happened; and I suppose I was not old enough to be told plainly about it. But I should like to know now, if I may--if it does not give you too much pain to speak about it."

'Where is he now, mamma? Our letters are addressed to the care of Messrs. Barbour, at Cadiz, I know; but where is Frederick?'
'I can't remember the name of the place, but he is not called Hale. The letters are sent to F. D. He has taken the name of Dickenson. I wanted him to have been called Beresford, but your father thought he had better not. He might be recognised, you know, if he were called by my maiden name.'
'Mamma,' said Margaret, 'I was at Aunt Shaw's when it all happened; and I was not old enough to be told plainly about it. But I should like to know now - if it does not give you too much pain to speak about it.'
