"He would do very well, for he has a fine mind and is a university man; but how about Cousin Angeline?" he responded, looking at me with a twinkle in his eyes. "I think we could manage that some way; and Cousin Rolland is such agreeable company that study would not be hard under him." "No, I don’t think it would," Uncle Job answered, but in what sense I could not make out. "Where will you live meanwhile, Gilbert? I hope with us," Setti here broke in for the first time, it never being in her nature to talk much, as I have told you. "I would like it better than any place on earth, Setti, but the house would not be big enough for two such students as Constance and I. We would be jealous of each other’s learning before a month had passed. I have an idea what I will do, though, if Uncle Job agrees to it." "What is it, Gilbert? I agree beforehand to everything you do or say, as I ought, for that was what your Aunt Jane said, you know," Uncle Job answered, good-naturedly. "Well, I have a mind to buy the Appletop place, and as the owner is dead and it is for sale, I can’t see that there is anything to prevent," I answered, hurrying through, not knowing how the company would take it. Of Constance I was at once assured by the pressure of her hand. The others at first looked up in surprise, but after a while, reflecting on the matter and thinking how fine it would be to have the great place owned by a friend, there was such clapping of hands and shouting as left no doubt whatever of their opinion in the matter. Turning to Constance, I read in her eyes and heightened color how pleased she was to think I should be so near her, and in such a home, surrounded by trees and lawns and opening vistas, in the quiet of the country and yet among my friends. "If you buy it, Gilbert, and ever build a house, let it be something like a manor, for that will be in keeping with the place," Mrs. Singleton, who greatly admired the old-fashioned houses of the South, spoke up. "Yes; and I would like to suggest a name for it, Gilbert, if you have a mind," Mr. Seymour interposed. "I should be glad to have you, sir," I answered, in great spirits, delighted to find my plan met with every one’s approval. "Call it Black Hawk Lodge, in honor of that great man and much maligned savage," Mr. Seymour responded. "I will build the house if only to name it in remembrance of him, and in gratitude for his having saved the lives of my father and mother," I answered, the image of the great savage rising like a specter before my eyes.