“‘I hope we shall,’ he would say, and then lie and think, and then perhaps drop asleep: and if ever I see an angel, I know it will look like that child in his sleep. He did not live out the summer. That’s how I learnt to play such bird-tunes.” And Tom went quickly away towards the house. There was many a fair face wet with tears—and some manly ones, too. “That is an extraordinary fellow,” said Sir Emanuel. “He is a real genius; and he has a heart in his bosom, too.” There was a call to supper. But why need we follow into that large and well-lighted room, where an exquisite repast was laid out. After that, Sir Emanuel, who had had a fine telescope erected by his own man on the lawn, showed the young people some of the marvels of the heavens; and Mr. Clavering showed others the equal marvels revealed by a microscope of great powers; and Dr. Leroy exhibited, by means of a magic lantern, views of many celebrated cities and Alpine scenes, which he had visited in his travels. The Quaker party was a decided success. All appeared charmed with their entertainment. Even Mr. Clavering had an opportunity of taking his good-natured revenge on Mr. William Fairfax, for as he was making a sort of harangue, resting his hands on a chair-back, and saying, of some things and people that he was commenting upon, “By their fruits shall ye know them,” Mr. Clavering said quietly—“But if it should be winter time, and there be neither fruit nor leaves on the trees, how should we know them?” Mr. Fairfax suddenly saying, “Farewell!” turned round and went off, much to the amusement of a group of young people, and followed by Mr. Clavering’s pleasant, good-natured glance of triumph. At the early hour of ten o’clock all were hurrying away from Fair Manor, in the happiest of moods, and Mrs. Heritage had not uttered a single syllable of a sermon. CHAPTER X. THE PIC-NIC ON THE ISLAND. The next morning, at breakfast, at Woodburn Grange, the Friends’ party was the great topic. All were unanimous in their expressions of pleasure. “The Heritages,” said Mr. Woodburn, “seemed to have thought of everything capable of making the evening pleasant. And only to think of their bringing out Sir Emanuel Clavering so!” Tom Boddily’s music, and his story of the poor musical child, were commented on with great enthusiasm. “And, my dear Letty,” said Mr. Woodburn, “the Quakers, without singing, dancing, or playing music or games, do know how to make an amusing party.” “Music and games!” said Letty, “why, we had both.” “Yes, that improvised vocal concert of yours was a grand _coup_,” said Mr. Woodburn. “And the noses!” said Letty. “Who _could_ have suspected that odd Friend of being an actor!” “And Miss Heritage,” said George, “did she take part in your singing?”