Margaret told the truth; for her mother had possessed a strong, intelligent mind, and was greatly the superior of her father, who, as we have before remarked, was rather weak and easily flattered.  Always sincere himself in what he said, he could not believe that other people were aught than what they seemed to be, and thus oftentimes his confidence had been betrayed by those in whom he trusted.  As yet he had, of course, entertained no thought of ever making Mrs. Carter his wife; but her society was agreeable, her words and manner soothing, and when, on the day following the burial, she actually took her departure, bag, baggage, Lenora, and all, he felt how doubly lonely was the old homestead, and wondered why she could not stay.  There was room enough, and then Margaret was too young to assume the duties of housekeeper.  Other men in similar circumstances had hired housekeepers, and why could not he?  He would speak to Mag about it that very night.  But when evening came, Walter, Carrie, and Willie all were present, and he found no opportunity of seeing Margaret alone; neither did any occur until after Walter had returned to college, which he did the week following his mother’s death.

That night the little parlor at the cottage where dwelt the Widow Carter looked unusually snug and cozy.  It was autumn, and as the evenings were rather cool a cheerful wood fire was blazing on the hearth.  Before it stood a tasteful little workstand, near which were seated Lenora and her mother, the one industriously knitting, and the other occasionally touching the strings of her guitar, which was suspended from her neck by a crimson ribbon.  On the sideboard stood a fruit dish loaded with red and golden apples, and near it a basket filled with the rich purple grapes.

That day in the street Lenora had met Mr. Hamilton, who asked if her mother would be at home that evening, saying he intended to call for the purpose of settling the bill which he owed her for services rendered to his family in their late affliction.

“When I once get him here, I will keep him as long as possible,” said Mrs. Carter; “and, Lenora, child, if he stays late, say till nine o’clock, you had better go quietly to bed.”

“Or into the next room, and listen,” thought Lenora.

Seven o’clock came, and on the graveled walk there was heard the sound of footsteps, and in a moment Ernest Hamilton stood in the room, shaking the warm hand of the widow, who was delighted to see him, but so sorry to find him looking pale and thin!  Rejecting a seat in the comfortable rocking-chair, which Lenora pushed toward him, he proceeded at once to business, and taking from his purse fifteen dollars, passed them toward Mrs. Carter, asking if that would remunerate her for the three weeks’ services in his family.

But Mrs. Carter thrust them aside, saying, “Sit down, Mr. Hamilton, sit down.  I have a great deal to ask you about Maggie and dear Carrie’s health.”