Amos does, and just do the very opposite."

"Not everybody, Walter; not the aunt who wants to see you truly good and
noble. There are a grandeur of character and true nobility in Amos
which you little suspect, but which one day you also will admire, though
you do not see nor understand them now."

Walter did not reply. He was not best pleased with his aunt's last
remarks, and yet, at the same time, he was not satisfied with himself.
So he rose to go, and as he did so he said, "Ah, Aunt Kate, I see you
are in Amos's confidence, and that you know all about the little
children and their cottage home."

"Nay, my boy," replied his aunt, "you are mistaken; Amos has not made me
his confidante in the matter. But I have formed my opinion of him and
his motives from little things which have presented themselves to my
observation from time to time, and I have a firm conviction that my
nephew Walter will agree with me in the end about his brother, whatever
he may think now. At least I hope so."

"So do I, dear auntie. Good-bye, good-bye." And, having said these
words half playfully and half seriously, Walter vanished from the room
with a hop, skip, and jump.

CHAPTER SIX.

MISAPPREHENSION.

Miss Huntingdon was not the only person in the family at Flixworth Manor
who entertained a deep affection for Amos Huntingdon, and highly valued
him. Harry the butler loved him as if he had been his own son. The old
man had been inherited with the estate by its present owner, who
remembered him almost as long as he could remember anything, and had a
sincere regard for him, knowing him to be one of those old-fashioned
domestics who look upon their employer's interests as their own.
Harry's hair was now snowy-white, but he retained much of his vigour
unimpaired, the winter of his old age being "frosty, but kindly." So he
had never gone by any other name than "Harry," nor wished to do so, with
his master and his master's friends. However, in the kitchen he
expected to be called "_Mr_. Frazer," and would answer to no other name
when addressed by boys and strangers of his own rank. When the first
child was born Harry took to her with all his might. He knew that his
master was disappointed because she was not a boy, but that made no
difference to Harry. Nothing pleased him better than to act now and
then as nurse to Miss Julia when she was still in long clothes; and many
a peal of hearty and innocent mirth resounded from the