at would be
for his honour in this thing! --"

There was a bitter taste to the last sentence, and tears would
not wash it out. Elizabeth was more superb than ordinary that
night at supper, and had neither smiles nor words for anybody.

A day or two after they were going away.

"Winthrop," she said at parting, (not at all by familiarity,
but because she did not in common grant them a right to any
title whatsoever) -- "may I leave you my little Merry-go-round?
-- and will you let nobody have the charge of it except
yourself?"

He smiled and thanked her.

"'Tisn't much thanks," she said; meaning thanks' worth. "It
is I who have to thank you."

For she felt that she could not send any money to the boy who
had taken care of her horse.

The family party gathered that night round the supper-table
with a feeling of relief upon several of them. Mr. Landholm's
face looked satisfied, as of a man who had got a difficult job
well over; Mrs. Landholm's took time to be tired; Winthrop's
was as usual, though remembering with some comfort that there
would not be so many wantings of fish, nor so many calls upon
his strength of arm for boat exercise. Rufus was serious and
thoughtful; the children disposed to be congratulatory.

"It's good I can sit somewhere but on the corner," said
Asahel, -- "and be by ourselves."

"It's good I can have _my_ old place again," said Winifred, "and
sit by Governor."

Her brother rewarded her by drawing up her chair and drawing
it closer.

"I am glad they are gone, for your sake, mamma," he said.

"Well, we haven't made a bad summer of it," said Mr. Landholm.

His wife thought in her secret soul it had been a busy one.
Winthrop thought it had been a barren one. Rufus -- was not
ready to say quite that.

"Not a bad summer," repeated Mr. Landholm. "The next thing is
to see what we will do with the winter."

"Or what the winter will do with us," said Rufus after a
moment.

"If you like it so," said his father; "but _I_ prefer the other
mode of putting it. I'd keep the upper hand of time always; --
I speak it reverently."

Winthrop thought how completely the summer had got the better
of him.

"My friend Haye is a good fellow -- a good fellow. I like him.
He and I were always together in the legislature. He's a
sensible man."

"He is a gentleman," said Rufus.

"Ay -- Well, he has money enough to be. That don't always do
it, though. A man and his coat aren't always off the same
pi