“It is not much the world can give,
With all its subtle art;
And gold and gems are not the thing
To satisfy the heart.
But gentle words and a loving heart,
And hands to clasp my own,
Are better than the fairest flowers
Or stars that ever shone.”
For the next few days there was great bustle and excitement at Blackheath Hall over the expected departure of Jess.
“She might as well begin her preparations at once,” Lawyer Abbot had said, as he left, “for I feel sure there will be no doubt as to the Trevalyn family receiving her. I will write at once, and have a reply to that effect in the course of two or three days. In the meantime, Jess can make her preparations to be ready to start on the next northern-bound express after I have heard from my old friend.”