'No; and a good thing, too. I don't approve of these colossal fortunes,' said his wife.
'Unless one has it one's self,' laughed her husband.
'It just shows how quickly they can be lost,' she observed.
'Well, it seems to have done them all good, so I don't think we need regret it or pity them,' said Mr Cunningham.
'Only, I do wish you had seen Balmoral; it was like Aladdin's palace. I never saw anything like it,' cried Horatia.
CHAPTER XXX.
LAST.
The worst had come and passed. Two days later Mr Clay announced his intention of going down to the mill. 'Not that I'm going to take things out of your hand, lad—nay, I shall never be good for much again—but just to see the old place, and say a word to some of the hands,' he explained.
'Will you wait till this afternoon, father?' asked George.