“No, father. I should like it—for some things,” replied the boy addressed, and he looked wistfully at his companion.
“What do you say, Chris?” cried the doctor. “You want to go, then?”
“Yes, fa, I should like to go to England again, but I shall be very sorry to go away from here, for it is very beautiful, you know.”
“But you’d like the change?”
“Yes, fa,” said the boy frankly, “for some things. But I shouldn’t like it if Ned Bourne were not coming too.”
“Oh! I should be coming too, shouldn’t I, father?” said the other lad eagerly.
“Of course, my boy. I dare say Doctor Lee will think out some plan by which those years of companionship may be continued,” looking at his friends.
“Oh yes,” cried Wilton eagerly; “that must be managed somehow. I should say—Who’s this?”
“Company?” said Ned’s father, turning to look through the open door towards the track leading to the next plantation.
“Our Yankee neighbour,” said the doctor. “What does he want?”