"Sam's a good boy--" said his father,--"a very good boy--always was. He does crow a little over Dr. Harrison, I must say. But what shall we do with the doctor, Mr. Somers?--what does he deserve for running away with our Pattaquasset roses and turning them into meadow lilies? Yes, yes, Miss Faith--you may look as pink as you please now--it won't help the matter. What shall we do with him, sir? My dear," said Squire Stoutenburgh seating Faith by his side and dropping his voice, "you're growing wonderfully like your father!" A changed, sweet glance of Faith's eyes answered him. "Yes!"--the Squire repeated meditatively and looking at her.--"Ah he was a fine man! I used to think he couldn't be better--but I s'pose he is now. My dear, you needn't wonder when I tell you that I thought more of your mother last night than I did of you. But you don't remember all about that. Well--I shall go home and tell Mrs. Stoutenburgh that you're as pretty as a posie, and then she won't care what else is the matter," he said, getting up again. "Mrs. Somers, I see the parson durstn't say a word about Dr. Harrison before you." "I--I declare I don't think Dr. Harrison is very much to be blamed, Squire," said the parson thus called upon. "And Mrs. Somers is so well able to speak for herself--I have no doubt, Squire Stoutenburgh, if it wasn't for Mrs. Somers,--I dare say I might like to do as much as the doctor did, myself!" "Bless my life!" said Squire Stoutenburgh, "I can't stay to be a party to confidences of that sort!--I must go!--" and he departed, laughing and followed by the two others. But even as they went, Faith, who with her mother had accompanied them to the door, was electrified somewhat doubtfully at the vision of Miss Deacon just within the gate. Miss Cecilia came forward, also with some doubt upon her spirit, to judge by her air. But Faith's greeting of her was so pleasant and kind, though she could not prevent its being grave, that the young lady evidently took heart. Being reassured, she sat and talked at leisure, and at length, using her eyes as well as her tongue; thus making herself mistress of all the truth she could get at, and of some more. She was thorough in her investigations as to all the drama of the last seven days, and all and each of the actors therein; and at the close of her visit declared that "Sam had been a great fool to go away, and that she had told him so before"; and departed at last with her head full of Dr Harrison.