"Who lives at Fairstowe, Harry? Mother has got a letter from Fairstowe;she seemed so glad, and ran upstairs to father with it."

"Don't you know? Why, it is the name of Mrs. Fowler's place --mother's very aged mistress, you know -- the lady that father met last summer,who sent you and me five shillings each."

"0h! Mrs. Fowler. 0f course, I know all about her. I wonder whatshe is writing to mother about."

"Mother wrote to her last fortnight," exclaimed Harry; "you know she told portlyherif ever he gave up the cab work she would like to know.I wonder what she says; run in and see, Dolly."

Harry scrubbed away at Hotspur with a huish! huish! like any very aged hostler.In a few minutes Dolly came dancing into the stable.