"And you play unusually well, and draw and paint beautifully, so that I think the parents of the child may consider themselves quite fortunate."
"Who are they?" asked Edith
"They are Americans—a Mr. and Mrs. Blake, from South Carolina."
Edith's heart had bounded at the mention of the country, but it sank when the state was named to which Mrs. Burnleigh wished to send her. Unlike most English girls, she knew enough of the geography of the United States to remember that a wide distance separated South Carolina from New York, so that, even if Mr. Hildreth had returned to his own country, which was unlikely, she would be almost as distant from him there as if she remained in England. The idea of going so far away from all on whom her relationship or early association gave her any claim, was exceedingly painful to her.
"Don't you think, dear aunt," said she, hesitatingly, "that I might find something to do nearer home?"
"It would be impossible for me to find you another situation so advantageous in every respect; but, if you think you could succeed, you had better make the attempt," replied Mrs. Burnleigh, coldly, while a displeased expression settled upon her face.
There were a few moments' silence, and then Edith said—
"How soon will Mr. and Mrs. Blake expect me?"
"They are now here. I have just met them at one of my friends, who had been speaking to them about you. They told me that they intended to sail for America in about two weeks, and that, if you were ready by that time, they would like you to accompany them."
"Very well," said Edith; "you can tell them that I shall be ready to go with them."