Then Magnus sprang into his seat, and took the reins from the hands of the lad. As he gave them up, the boy fixed a long, lingering, wistful look at the wagon and its occupants. “You look as if you had half a mind to accompany us, my boy,” said Dr. Hardcastle, as he read the expression of the lad’s countenance. “Oh, I have, sir! for I feel I could be useful, almost necessary to you, and beneficial to myself, if I could go; but I cannot, for I have a little girl to take care of at home.” “A little girl to take care of? You!” “Yes, sir, my little sister, or rather she is just like my little sister. We live on Hutton Island.” “Oh, yes! the two Children of the Isle. How come you over here so early, my boy?” “I came over to bring some maninosies to the tavern, sir, in time for them to be prepared for breakfast. I expect you ate some of them yourself, sir.” “Yes, and they were very good.” “My sister and I gathered them, sir.” “Yes. Well, my boy, you look like a fine, independent, enterprising lad. Rely on God and yourself, improve your mind, be honest, industrious, and frugal, and you will make your own way in the world. What is your name?” “Hugh Hutton, sir.” “Yes, young Hutton of the Isles, one of the ‘Scotch lairds,’ as the people used to call them for their pride and——” “Poverty,” calmly concluded the boy. “Well, child, they go admirably together. Hold to your pride as long as you are poor, and cast it away when you become rich. Well, Hugh, I will not forget you, or lose sight of you. Some day I shall come back, and then you may return with me. Good-by,” said Dr. Hardcastle, shaking hands with the boy. Then he arose in his seat, lifted his cap, and waved farewell to the neighbors. Elsie kissed her hand to them several times, blushing brightly as they all waved their hats and handkerchiefs, and amid the cheers and benedictions of the little crowd the wagon started. “We must make thirty miles to-day, dear Elsie, and reach Deep Dell by nightfall if possible,” said Magnus. “Oh, how I wish that fine boy were really with us. How useful he could be to you, and what a man you could make of him!” said she, looking back to where Hugh stood, the last of the crowd, watching the departing wagon. “God has made a man of him already, dear Elsie. What a fine, independent look he has! Yes, I could have wished him to go with us; a very strong sympathy attracts me to that boy. I should be very proud of that boy.”