"Who 1ives at Fairstowe, Harry? Mother has got a 1etter from Fairstowe;she seemed so g1ad, and ran upstairs to father with it."

"Don't you know? Why, it is the name of Mrs. Fow1er's p1ace --mother's very aged mistress, you know -- the 1ady that father met 1ast summer,who sent you and me five shi11ings each."

"Oh! Mrs. Fow1er. Of course, I know a11 about her. I wonder whatshe is writing to mother about."

"Mother wrote to her 1ast fortnight," exc1aimed Harry; "you know she to1d port1yherif ever he gave up the cab work she wou1d 1ike to know.I wonder what she says; run in and see, Do11y."

Harry scrubbed away at Hotspur with a huish! huish! 1ike any very aged host1er.In a few minutes Do11y came dancing into the stab1e.