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make me angry, and I give her a kick; then I think what you tell me, and I do as you tell me. I forgive pussy with all my heart.”

“I think you must forgive Pablo, Edith,” said Edward, “if it is only to set him a good example.”

“Well, I will this time; but if he kicks pussy again he must be put in the pitfall—mind that, Pablo.”

“Yes, Missy Edith, I go into pitfall, and then you cry, and ask Master Edward to take me out. When you have me put in pitfall, then you not good Christian, ‘cause you not forgive; when you cry and take me out, then you good Christian once more.”

By this conversation it will appear to the reader that they had been trying to impress Pablo with the principles of the Christian religion —and such was the case; Edith having been one of the most active in the endeavor, although very young for a missionary. However, Alice and Humphrey had been more successful, and Pablo was now beginning to comprehend what they had attempted to instill, and was really progressing dayly.

Edward remained at the cottage, expecting to bear some message from the intendant. He was right in his conjecture, for, on the third day, Oswald Partridge came over to say that the intendant would be happy to see him, if he could make it convenient to go over; which Edward assented to do on the following day. Oswald had ridden over on a pony; Edward arranged to take Billy and return with him. They started early the next morning, and Edward asked Oswald if he knew why the intendant had sent for him.

“Not exactly,” replied Oswald; “but I think, from what I heard Miss Patience say, it is to offer you some situation, if you could be prevailed upon to accept it.”

“Very true,” replied Edward; “he offers me the post of secretary. What do you think?”

“Why, sir, I think I would accept it; at all events, I would take it on trial—there can be no harm done. If you do not like it, you can only go back to the cottage again. One thing I am sure of, which is, that Master Heatherstone will make it as pleasant to you as he can, for he is most anxious to serve you.”

“That I really believe,” replied Edward; “and I have pretty well made up my mind to accept the office. It is a post of confidence, and I shall know all that is going on, which I can not do while I am secluded in the forest; and, depend upon it, we shall have stirring news.”

“I suppose you think that the king will come over,” replied Oswald.

“I feel certain of it, Oswald; and that is the reason why I want to be where I can know all that is going on.”

“Well, sir, it is my opinion that the king will come over, as well as yours; yet I think at present he stands but a poor chance; but Master Heatherstone knows more on that score than any one, I should think; but he is very close.”

The conversation then changed, and, after a ride of eight hours, they arrived at the intendant’s house. Edward gave Billy into Oswald’s charge, and knocked at the door. Phoebe let him in, and asked him into the sitting-room, where he found the intendant alone.

“Edward Armitage, I am glad to see you, and shall be still more so if I find that you have made up your mind to accept my proposition. What is your reply?”

“I am very thankful to you for the offer, sir,” replied Edward, “and will accept it if you think that I am fitting for it, and if I find that I am equal to it; I can but give it a trial, and leave if I find it too arduous or too irksome.”

“Too arduous it shall not be—that shall be my concern; and too irksome I hope you will not find it. My letters are not so many but that I could answer them myself, were it not that my eyes are getting weak, and I wish to save them as much as possible. You will therefore have to write chiefly what I shall dictate; but it is not only for that I require a person that I can confide in. I very often shall send you to London instead of going myself, and to that I presume you will have no objection!”

“Certainly none, sir.”

“Well, then, it is no use saying any more just now; you will have a chamber in this house, and you will live with me, and at my table altogether. Neither shall I say any thing just now about remuneration, as I am convinced that you will be satisfied. All that I require now is, to know the day that you will come, that every thing may be ready.”

“I suppose, sir, I must change my attire?” replied Edward, looking at his forester’s dress; “that will hardly accord with the office of secretary.”

“I agree with you that it will be better to keep that dress for your forest excursions, as I presume you will not altogether abandon them,” replied the intendant. “You can provide yourself with a suit at Lymington. I will furnish you the means.”

“I thank you, sir, I have means, much more than sufficient,” replied Edward, “although not quite so wealthy as little Clara appeared to be.”

“Wealthy, indeed!” replied the intendant. “I had no idea that poor Ratcliffe possessed so much ready money and jewels. Well, then, this is Wednesday; can you come over next Monday ?”

“Yes, sir,” replied Edward; “I see no reason to the contrary.”

“Well, then, that is settled, and I suppose you would like to see your accommodation. Patience and Clara are in the next room. You can join them, and you will make my daughter very happy by telling her that you are to become a resident with us. You will, of course, dine with us to-day, and sleep here tonight.”

Mr. Heatherstone then opened the door, and saying to his daughter Patience, “My dear, I leave you to entertain Edward Armitage till dinner time,” he ushered Edward in, and closed the door again. Clara ran up to Edward as soon as he went in, and having kissed him, Edward then took Patience’s offered hand.

“Then you have consented?” said Patience, inquiringly.

“Yes, I could not refuse such kindness,” replied Edward.

“And when do you come?”

“On Monday night, if I can be ready by that time.”

“Why, what have you to get ready?” said Clara.

“I must not appear in a forester’s dress, my little Clara. I can wear that with a gun in my hand, but not with a pen: so I must go to Lymington and see what a tailor can do for me.”

“You will feel as strange in a secretary’s dress as I did in boys’ clothes,” said Clara. “Perhaps I may,” said Edward, although he felt that such would not be the case, having been accustomed to much better clothes when at Arnwood than what were usually worn by secretaries; and this remembrance brought back Arnwood in its train, and Edward became silent and pensive.

Patience observed it, and after a time said—

“You will be able to watch over your sisters, Mr. Armitage, as well here, almost, as if you were at the cottage. You do not return till tomorrow? How did you come over?” “I rode the pony Billy, Mistress Patience.”

“Why do you call her Mistress Patience, Edward?” said Clara. “You call me Clara; why not call her Patience?”

“You forget that I am only a forester, Clara,” replied Edward, with a grave smile.

“No, you are a secretary now,” replied Clara.

“Mistress Patience is older than you by several years. I call you Clara, because you are but a little girl; but I must not take that liberty with Mistress Heatherstone.”

“Do you think so, Patience?” said Clara.

“I certainly do not think that it would be a liberty in a person, after being well acquainted with me, to call me Patience,” replied she; “especially when that person lives in the house with us, eats and associates with us as one of the family, and is received on an equality; but I dare say, Clara, that Master Armitage will be guided by his own feelings, and act as he considers to be proper.”

“But you give him leave, and then it is proper,” replied Clara.

“Yes, if he gave himself leave, Clara,” said Patience. “But we will now show him his own room, Clara,” continued Patience, wishing to change the subject of conversation. “Will you follow us, sir?” said Patience, with a little mock ceremony.

Edward did so without replying, and was ushered into a large airy room, very neatly furnished.

“This is your future lodging,” said Patience; “I hope you will like it.”

“Why, he never saw any thing like it before,” said Clara.

“Yes I have, Clara,” replied Edward.

“Where did you?”

“At Arnwood; the apartments were on a much larger scale.”

“Arnwood! oh yes, I have heard my father speak of it,” said Clara, with the tears starting in her eyes at his memory. “Yes, it was burned down, and all the children burned to death!”

“So they say, Clara; but I was not there when it was burned.”

“Where were you then?”

“I was at the cottage where I now live.” Edward turned round to Patience, and perceived that her eyes were fixed upon him, as if she would have read his thoughts. Edward smiled, and said—

“Do you doubt what I say?”

“No, indeed!” said she, “I have no doubt that you were at the cottage at the time; but I was thinking that if the apartments at Arnwood were more splendid, those at your cottage are less comfortable. You have been used to better and to worse, and therefore will, I trust, be content with these.”

“I trust I have shown no signs of discontent. I should indeed be difficult to please if an apartment like this did not suit me. Besides, allow me to observe, that although I stated that the apartments at Arnwood were on a grander scale, I never said that I had ever been a possessor of one of them.”

Patience smiled and made no reply.

“Now that you know your way to your apartment, Master Armitage, we will, if you please, go back to the sitting-room,” said she. As they were going back into the sitting-room, she said—

“When you come over on Monday, you will, I presume, bring your clothes in a cart? I ask it, because I promised some flowers and other things to your sisters, which I can send back by the cart.”

“You are very kind to think of them, Mistress Patience,” replied Edward; “they are fond of flowers, and will be much pleased with possessing any.”

“You sleep here tonight, I think my father said?” inquired Patience.

“He did make the proposal, and I shall gladly avail myself of it, as I am not to trust to Phoebe’s ideas of comfort this time,” said Edward, smiling.

“Yes, that was a cross action of Phoebe’s; and I can tell you, Master Armitage, that she is ashamed to look you in the face ever since; but how fortunate for me that she was cross, and turned you out as she did! You must forgive her, as she was the means of your performing a noble action; and I must forgive her, as she was the means of my life being saved.”

“I have no feeling except kindness toward Phoebe,” replied Edward; “indeed I ought to feel grateful to her; for if she had not given me so bad a bed that night, I never should have been so comfortably lodged as

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