"No, Aunt Hannah; she told me to say she would leave it to you, and then she should be sure to like it." "Very well. I will bring down all my patterns for you both to look at, and meantime my sister will find you some refreshments." "To be sure," said the elder lady. "I had a notion thee would come to-day, Mary, and so I baked a sweet-potato pie and some gingerbread. Just sit down and take your bonnets off. Oh, yes, of course you will stay to tea. Alice won't mind, Mary. She knows I always keep thee to tea." The girls suffered themselves to be persuaded, and laying aside their bonnets, they sat down by the open window, while Aunt Betsy set her table and brought out her beautiful old china—a set of thin "blue and white," which would set any modern "Ceramical Club" into a fever of rapture. "What pretty china!" said Calista, admiring the egg-shell cups and the sugar-basin with its gilt pineapples. "Why, thy folks have some just like it, or ought to have," said Aunt Betsy. "I remember thy mother—I mean thy grandmother—bought a set in Philadelphia the very day I bought this. Dear, dear! What a pretty creature she was, and how the old General doted on her and her curly-headed boy! Poor Richard!" "You knew my father then," said Calista, much interested. "Oh, yes. I knew all thy family. Thy grandma used often to come and see me and bring thy father, when he was a little boy. She had him in very good order too, but after she was gone, thy grandfather never controlled him. Hannah often used to tell the old gentleman he was wrong to indulge the child so. I well remember the very last time the General was here. He had stopped one day some weeks before and spoken about Richard, how he had disappointed him; and says Hannah—thee sees she is never afraid to say what she thinks right—says she,— "'Richard Stanfield, is thee going to cast off thy son because he is what thy indulgence has made him? Where is the justice of that?' "'There is something in what you say, Hannah,' said he. 'I'll just think it over.' "Some three or four weeks after, he was just coming home from a journey, and he stopped again, and says he,— "'Well, Hannah, I have done justice to poor Dick, I think. I have altered my will, and left the old place to him, and to his children if he has any.'" "Then grandfather did leave the place to my father after all!" said Calista, her eyes flashing and her color changing, as it was apt to do under any excitement. "He certainly said so—I am quite sure of that," said Aunt Betsy. "I suppose he must have altered his will again, or Miss Priscilla would not have come into everything. Sometimes I have thought maybe she only has the care of the place till thee comes of age. Thee never heard thy father say anything about it I suppose, Mary?" "No," replied Mary. "Only he said once, he hoped Calista would make the most of her schooling, so as to be independent by and by."