“No, for my mother would not think of such a thing; and where she is, there will I stay.”
“Well, you had no man in the war; but against us the enmity is strong, because Eustace actually bore arms in the king’s service.”
“Will Eustace go with you?”
“No; he writes that as soon as he gets his discharge, he means to return here and accept whatever fate comes to him.”
“I am glad. That is the right way to take his defeat. Your father is old and worn with annoyance, but Eustace is young enough to meet the struggle and win his way. Trust me; all will be well with him in the end,” and Joscelyn’s eyes were on Betty’s window over the way.
“Edward Moore joins us in New York,” Mary said, with a blush.
“And I shall not be there to play the part of bridesmaid! Well, I shall content myself with putting a handful of rice and an old shoe into your trunk.”
After the Singletons were gone, Joscelyn was very lonely, for the only house at which a welcome always met her was Mistress Strudwick’s.
“You may say what you please, Amanda Bryce, but that girl comes here when she likes, and stays as long as she pleases; and if there is anybody I’m gladder to see, I do not know who it is,” said the stanch old lady.