"No, they are going, Paul, but I am to be left behind."
The boy began to smile.
"And Mrs. Prior will be your mother?" he said.
"Yes."
"Ah! I'm so happy, so glad; let me go tell Jube."
He attempted to descend the stairs but came back again.
"One thing, Rose. I should like to see this gentleman, Captain Thrasher."
"Well, he's in the parlor."
"But I don't want him to see me."
"Oh, then I can't help you, Paul—there's no way."