to be less lonely, or grudge me the love that will make my life happier. That is all. And now, my darling, I must go; and good-bye once more.” Florence could not speak—she felt the hot tears filling her eyes again—a lump had come to her throat. “God bless you, Aunt Anne,” she said at last, with something almost like a sob. “And God bless you, dearest Florence,” the old lady said, and kissed her niece’s face and stroked her head. “You know I always admire your hair, my love,” she said, and pulling her forward she kissed it. Then she went out to the waggonette. Jane held open the door. “This is for you,” Mrs. Baines said haughtily, and slipped half a crown into the servant’s hand. “There are some old slippers in my bedroom; I don’t know if you will deem them worthy of your acceptance.” “Thank you, ma’am,” said Jane, unwillingly. “I trust you will study your mistress’s comfort and interests in every way,” Mrs. Baines continued as she put a shawl over her knees, “and that you will be good to those dear children.” The next moment she was on her way to Witley Station. END OF VOL. I. PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED, LONDON AND BECCLES. _G., C. & Co._ TRANSCRIBER NOTES Misspelled words and printer errors have been corrected. Where multiple spellings occur, majority use has been employed. Punctuation has been maintained except where obvious printer errors occur. New original cover art included with this eBook is granted to the public domain [The end of _Aunt Anne_, by Mrs. W. K. Clifford.]