The sick lad, Kenneth, did not die: he lived to hold the name of the youthful Giles Sympelton in dearest honor and reverence, and to do him leal service in an after-time. Giles, with some reluctance, left the Tower, after a week's residence there, to join his father--leaving Ada Coulter with the first sadness upon her, which she had experienced since her happy release from school. In the middle of April, Anne set out upon her journey. With Mrs. Catherine's full consent, Jacky was to accompany her. Anne's departure excited some attention. There seemed to be a vague conception among the neighbors, that something of moment was concealed under this quiet visit to the south, of the very quiet Miss Ross, of Merkland. Jeanie Coulter wondered if she was going to be married. Mrs. Coulter endeavored to recollect if she had ever heard of the Rosses having relations in that quarter. Mr. Foreman said nothing, but, with that keen lawyer eye of his, darted into the secret errand at once, and already sympathized with the failure and disappointment, which he felt sure would follow. Anne's farewells were over--all but one--the day before leaving Merkland, she went up to the mill to say good-by to little Lilie. She found Mrs. Melder in ecstasies of wonder and admiration, holding up her hands, and crying, "Bless me!" as she unfolded one by one the contents of a box which stood upon the table. They consisted of little garments beautifully made--a profusion of them. Lilie herself was luxuriating over a splendid picture-book, after viewing with a burst of childish delight the pretty little silk frock which Mrs. Melder, in the pride of her heart, was already thinking would make so great a sensation when it appeared first in their seat in the front gallery (_alias_ the mid loft) of Portoran kirk. Nothing less than a mother's hand could have packed that wonderful box; its gay little muslin frocks, which Mrs. Melder "had never seen the like of, for fineness," its inner garments of beautiful linen, its bright silken sashes, its story books, resplendent in their gilded bindings, its parcels of sweetmeats and toys. Mrs. Melder was overwhelmed--the grandeur and wealth of her little charge fairly took away her breath. "And now when she's won to an easier speech, Miss Anne," said the good woman aside. "She calls me nurse--what think ye! it's a wonderful bairn--and ye'll hear her say lang words sometimes, that I'm sure she never learned frae me; it's my thought, Miss Anne, that the bairn kent the English tongue afore she came here, and had either forgotten't, or--atweel ane disna ken what to think; but this while she's ta'en to speaking about her mamma. It's a wonder to me that ony mother could hae the heart to part wi' her." "See," cried Lilie, springing to Anne's side, "look what bonnie things," and she precipitated a shoal of little books upon Anne's knee. "They are very pretty, Lilie," said Anne. "Who sent you all these?"