“I shall never make any thing of Henry,” said he, “but my daughters shall receive every advantage, and perhaps one or the other of them will comfort my old age.”

He had spoken truly with regard to Henry, who was studying, or pretending to study law in the same office with Billy Bender.  But his father heard no favorable accounts of him, and from time to time large bills were presented for the payment of carriage hire, wine, and “drunken sprees” generally.  So it is no wonder the disappointed father sighed, and turned to his daughters for the comfort his only son refused to give.

But we have wandered from the examination at Mount Holyoke, for which great preparations were being made.  Rose, knowing she was not to return, seemed to think all further effort on her part unnecessary; and numerous were the reprimands, to say nothing of the black marks which she received.  Jenny, on the contrary, said she wished to retrieve her reputation for laziness, and leave behind a good impression.  So, never before in her whole life had she behaved so well, or studied so hard as she did during the last few weeks of her stay at Mount Holyoke.  Ida, who was expecting her father, aunt and cousin to be present at the anniversary, was so engrossed with her studies, that she did not observe how sad and low spirited Mary seemed.  She had tasted of knowledge, and now thirsted for more; but it could not be; the funds were exhausted, and she must leave the school, never perhaps to return again.

“How much I shall miss my music, and how much I shall miss you,” she said one day to Ida, who was giving her a lesson.

“It’s too bad you haven’t a piano,” returned Ida, “you are so fond of it, and improve so fast!” then after a moment she added, “I have a plan to propose, and may as well do it now as any time.  Next winter you must spend with me in Boston.  Aunt Martha and I arranged it the last time I was at home, and we even selected your room, which is next to mine, and opposite to Aunt Martha’s.  Now what does your ladyship say to it?”

“She says she can’t go,” answered Mary.

“Can’t go!” repeated Ida.  “Why not?  Jenny will be in the city, and you are always happy where she is; besides you will have a rare chance for taking music lessons of our best teachers; and then, too, you will be in the same house with George, and that alone is worth going to Boston for, I think.”

Ida little suspected that her last argument was the strongest objection to Mary’s going, for much as she wished to meet George again, she felt that she would not on any account go to his own home, lest he should think she came on purpose to see him.  There were other reasons, too, why she did not wish to go.  Henry and Rose Lincoln would both be in the city, and she knew that neither of them would scruple to do or say any thing which they thought would annoy her.  Mrs. Mason, too, missed her, and longed to have her at home; so she resisted all Ida’s entreaties, and the next letter which went to Aunt Martha, carried her refusal.