Walter took the letter and hastily read it.
"A modest, feeling, sensible little girl, I am sure. I have never seen her, you know; but this letter is simple, touching, and womanly."
"A dear, good girl, I am sure. How lonely she must be!"
"Mother, I believe I'll go and see them. In time of trouble we should forget ceremony. Cousin Augustus has never invited me, but I'll go and see him. Won't you go, too?"
"Dear boy, I couldn't! The cars? Oh, never!"
Walter smiled. "You don't get over your prejudices. The cars are perfectly safe, and more comfortable than coaches."
"I can't go; it's no use to coax me."
"I have but one thing to trouble me, mother,—and that is, that I can never get you away from this spot."
"I'm very happy, Walter, and it's a very pleasant spot; why should I wish to go?"
"How long since you have been down Washington Street?"