"Well, never mind now," said Evelyn, kindly. "I dare say it's very natural, and I did not know that your people lived here so long ago."
"It may be natural, dear children," said Mrs. Falconer, "but the servants of Jesus and heirs of the heavenly mansions must be supernatural, and I hoped that Guy had chosen an inheritance that can never pass away."
"But I may have both, you know, mother, and if not, I shall choose the best."
What a puffed-up, elastic thing is a young human heart! What big thoughts, what strong wills, what unspeakable ideas swell within it!
[CHAPTER VIII.]
THE PLACE OF THE BEAUTIFUL.
"WHAT is that queer object yonder, Evelyn? Your eyes are younger than mine," and Squire Hazelwood pointed in the distance where the sun had just lighted up a glade in the park, revealing little gleams of beauty before unseen.
"I cannot tell yet, father, we must get nearer; it is too small for a cow, perhaps it's a calf; let me canter Fairy over the turf and see what it is."