"
"And what of Mrs. Harry?" I asked.
"Ah, she left us some years ago! Just faded away. For nearly two years
she knew she was dying, and was preparing her household for her loss,
yet joining as best she could in all the careless mirth of her children.
But she talked to me of what was approaching and said she often
whispered to herself, 'Another hour gone.' Dear Lucy, we all loved her.
Her children are doing well, the boys are all in Sir John's employ."
"And Mr. Harry? Does he still sing?"
"Not much since Lucy's death. But he looks after the land, and paints
and reads a great deal, and we are all very fond of Harry. His mother
must see him every day, and Sir John is nearly as foolish. Harry was
born to be loved and everyone loves him. He has gone lately to the
Church of England, but Sir John, though a member of Parliament, stands
loyally by the Methodist church."
"And you?"
"I go with Sir John in everything. I try to walk in his steps, and so
keep middling straight. Sir John lives four square, careless of outward
shows.
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