ed. There were
Browns in plenty in the Directory, and Jack saw them all, but none had
any connection with the Harrises. At last he struck an old negress, who
had belonged to the Hardys, and who remembered a double wedding at the
plantation years before, and who said that an Andrew Jackson Brown, who
must have been present, as he was a son of the house, was living in
Boston, and was a conductor of a street car. With this information as
the result of his search Jack went back to Enterprise, where he found
Amy greatly improved in mind and body. Every day Jake and Mandy Ann had
been to see her, or with Eloise she had driven to the clearing, where
her dormant faculties continued to awaken with the familiar objects of
her childhood. Many people and much talking still bewildered her, and
her memory was treacherous on many points, but to a stranger who knew
nothing of her history she seemed a quiet, sane woman, "not a bit quar,"
Eloise said to Jack as she welcomed him back. "And I believe she will
continue to improve when we get her home, away from the people who talk
to her so much and confuse her. When can we go?"

"To-morrow, if you like," Jack said, and the next day they left
Enterprise, after bidding an affectionate good-by to Mandy Ann, with
whom they left a substantial remembrance of their visit.

Amy would have liked to take the twins with her, but Eloise said, "Not
yet, mother; wait and see, and perhaps they will all come later."

It was sure that Jakey was to follow them soon and spend as much time
with them as he pleased.

"Stay always, if you will. We owe you everything," Eloise said to him,
when at parting he stood on the platform with his "God bress you, Mas'r
Harcourt an' Miss Amy, an' Miss t'other one," until the train was out of
sight.

They made the journey by easy stages, for Amy was worn with excitement,
and it was a week after leaving Florida when a telegram was received at
the Crompton House saying they would arrive that evening.

CHAPTER IX

WHAT HOWARD FOUND

Jack had sent Howard a postal on the road to Florida, and a few lines
from Enterprise on the day of their arrival. Since that time he had been
so busy that he had failed to write, thinking he could tell the news so
much better, and Howard argued from his silence that the errand had been
unsuccessful. Crompton Place was undoubtedly his, and still he had not
been altogether happy in his role as heir. The servants had been very
respec