“No, no, Maddy, no. Be satisfied with the lot where God has put you, and don’t be longing after something higher. Our Father in Heaven knows just what is best for us; as He didn’t see fit to put you up at Aikenside, ’tain’t no ways likely you’ll ever live in the like of it.” “Not unless I should happen to marry a rich man. Poor girls like me have sometimes done that, haven’t they?” was Maddy’s demure reply. Grandpa Markham shook his head. “They have, but it’s mostly their ruination; so don’t build castles in the air about this Guy Remington.” “_Me!_ oh, grandpa, I never dreamed of Mr. Guy!” and Madeline blushed half indignantly. “He’s too rich, too aristocratic, though Sarah said he didn’t act one bit proud, and is so pleasant that the servants all worship him, and Mrs. Noah thinks him good enough for the Queen of England. I shall think so, too, if he lets you have the money. How I wish it was Monday night, so we could know for sure!” “Perhaps we both shall be terribly disappointed,” suggested grandpa, but Maddy was more hopeful. _She_, at least, should not fail; while what she had heard of Guy Remington, the master of Aikenside, made her believe that he would accede at once to her grandfather’s request. All that night in her dreams she was working to pay the debt, giving the money herself into the hands of Guy Remington, whom she had never seen, but who came up before her the tall, handsome-looking man she had so often heard described by Sarah Jones after her return from Aikenside, where she had once done some plain sewing for the housekeeper. Even the next day, when, by her grandparent’s side, Maddy knelt reverently in the small church at Honedale, her thoughts were more intent upon the to-morrow and Aikenside than the sacred words her lips were uttering. She knew it was wrong, and with a nervous start tried to bring her mind back from decimal fractions to what the minister was saying; but Maddy was mortal, and right in the midst of the Collect, Aikenside and its owner would rise before her, together with the wonder how she and her grandfather would feel one week from that day. Would the desired certificate be hers? or would she be disgraced forever and ever by a rejection? Would the mortgage be paid and her grandfather at ease, or would his heart be breaking with the knowing he must leave what had been his home for so many years?