“My long-lost Bible!” exclaimed the lady, rising with an expression of joy. “Oh! I never thought to see it again. Where could you have found it?”
“Near a stile, where you had dropped it as you went to church.”
“It was in my bag with other things; have you anything else?”
“I have nothing else,” replied Mark, feeling very uneasy.
“What is your name?” said the old gentleman, looking up from his paper.
“Mark Dowley, sir,” answered the boy.
“Mark Dowley! Ellen, have we not heard that name before?”
“Oh yes; ’tis the name of the boy in whom dear Mr. Ewart was interested. Do you not remember his speaking about him?”
“I remember it perfectly well, my dear; it is easy to imagine what became of the other contents of the bag.”
“And where are you staying now?” said Ellen, with a look of interest; “I hope that you have a good situation.”