name at the bottom of the page
puzzled him--"your obliged friend, Llewellyn."

"And what's this?" he said, opening a paper that was enclosed in the
letter. "It's a song, seemingly; it must be somebody that has a mind
to make an April fool of me."

"But it is not April, it is May, father," said Susan.

"Well, let us read the letter, and we shall come to the truth all in
good time."

Farmer Price then sat down in his own chair, and read as follows:

"MY WORTHY FRIEND--I am sure you will be glad to hear that I
have had success this night. I have won the ten-guinea prize,
and for that I am much indebted to your sweet daughter Susan;
as you will see by a little ballad I enclose for her. Your
kindness to me has let me learn something of your family
history. You do not, I hope, forget that I was present when
you were counting the treasure in Susan's little purse, and
that I heard for what purpose it was all saved. You have not,
I know, yet made up the full sum you need; therefore, I will
be glad if you will use the five-guinea bank-note which you
will find within the ballad. Pay me the money again when it
suits you, and if it never suits you to pay it, I shall never
ask for it. I shall go my rounds again through this country,
I believe, about the same time next year, and will call to
see how you are, and to play the new tune for Susan and the
dear little boys.

"I should just add, to set your heart at rest about the
money, that it does not distress me at all to lend it to you.
I am not quite so poor as I appear to be. But it is my wish
to go about as I do. I see more of the world under my
tattered clothes than, perhaps, I should ever see in a
better dress. There are many of us like this, and we are
glad, when we can, to do any kindness to such a worthy family
as yours.--So fare ye well.

"Your obliged Friend,
LLEWELLYN."

Susan now, at her father's bidding, opened the ballad. He took the
five-guinea bank-note, while she read, with surprise, "Susan's
Lamentation for her Lamb." Her mother leaned over her shoulder to read
the words, but they were stopped before they had finished the first
verse by another knock at the door.

XII

ATTORNEY CASE IN TROUBLE

It was not the postman with another letter. It was Sir Arthur and his
sisters