What pleading, beautiful eyes she raised to him. Old as he was it thrilled through his pulses. "But, my child, I cannot live here. And I shall miss you so much. Why I have half a mind to run away with you. I wonder if you would like a visit to my beautiful city." "Oh, it would be splendid! But--is there any one----" "To take care of you? There is a housekeeper and a maid, and a jolly, good-natured black woman, who cooks in the kitchen. There are two carriages and horses, and there will be so much to see. It is so different from this." She seemed to consider. "Yes," rather irresolutely, "if I could go. They would miss me so much here." "And would you be homesick?" "Not in a good long while, with you;" she returned with a child's innocence. "And you would surely let me come back?" "Yes, my dear; even if it broke my heart to do it. I wish you were my little granddaughter." "Then I would have another grandfather," and she gave a soft, musical ripple. After an instant she caught his hand in hers so plump and warm, and exclaimed--"Oh, I should like to go." "Dilly; Dilly!" exclaimed the fresh boyish voice; "come and see what I have. Grandad and I have been fishing." There was a string of shining plump fish that as Felix said still wiggled in their freshness. "Oh, Dilly, if you only were a boy! Grandad says you are not worth a button at fishing." "They're fine, little brother. No, I don't love to fish. And baiting!" She shuddered as she spoke. "But you can eat them afterward." "I couldn't if I caught them myself." "I wanted a nice lot before the gentleman went away. And Katy and Peg Boyle were out and they are great. It was a fine afternoon for fishing I tell you!" She went through to the kitchen with him. He was a boy for all kinds of sport, but he abhorred school and was glad when it closed early in the summer, for the boys and girls were needed at home. Sandy Carrick inducted his grandson into all boyish pursuits. His heart was bound up in Felix. He began to prepare the fish for cooking. Dilly looked out over the wide expanse where trees were thick with leaves and laden with fruit. But she did not truly see anything for her eyes were following her thoughts. To go to a great and wonderful city where they had rung the first bell for independence, to see the splendid houses and the ladies in fine array and to hear beautiful music. But of course she could not go. They would miss her so much. Yet it seemed as if she did very little now.