during those three years. It ran through my waking life like a song: it smoothed my pillow, touched and made my table comely, in summer lifted the heads of the flowers as I passed, and in winter watched the fire with me and kept it bright.
"‘Why did I ever leave Tresillack?' Because one day, at the end of five years, Farmer Hosking brought me word that he had sold the house—or was about to sell it; I forget which. There was no avoiding it, at any rate; the purchaser being a Colonel Kendall, a brother of the old Squire.'
"‘A married man?' I asked.
"‘Yes, miss; with a family of eight. As pretty children as ever you see, and the mother a good lady. It's the old home to Colonel Kendall.'
"‘I see. And that is why you feel bound to sell.'
"‘It's a good price, too, that he offers. You mustn't think but I'm sorry enough'
"‘To turn me out? I thank you, Mr. Hosking; but you are doing the right thing.'
"Since Mrs. Carkeek was to stay, the arrangement lacked nothing of absolute perfection—except, perhaps, that it found no room for me.
"‘She—Margaret—will be happy,' I said; 'with her cousins, you know.'
"‘Oh yes, miss, she will be happy, sure enough,' Mrs. Carkeek agreed.
"So when the time came I packed up my boxes, and tried to be cheerful. But on the last
