“Jonas wouldn't consent to that. He detests study, and would decidedly object to going to college.”
“By the way, you haven't heard from them lately?”
“Only that they have left our old home and gone no one knows where.”
“That is strange.”
By this time they had reached the humble dwelling occupied by Mrs. Forbush.
“And so this is where Rebecca lives?” said Mr. Carter.
“Yes, sir. It is not quite so nice as Mrs. Pitkin's.”
“No,” returned Mr. Carter thoughtfully.
Philip rang the bell, and the two were admitted into the humble parlor. They had not long to wait for Mrs. Forbush, who, with an agitation which she could not overcome, entered the presence of her long estranged and wealthy uncle.
“Rebecca!” exclaimed the old gentleman, rising, and showing some emotion as he saw the changes which fifteen years had made in the niece whom he had last met as a girl.