but I will not roll it much farther.
I only wish I knew where to go."

"I have something in my pocket which puts me in mind of a piece of news
which I received the other day, since my return. First let me give you
what I have in my pocket,"--and Mary pulled out the pencil-case sent to
Joey by Emma Phillips. "There you know already who that is from."

"Yes, and I shall value it very much, for she was a dear, kind little
creature; and when I was very, very miserable, she comforted me."

"Well, Joey, Miss Phillips requested me to write when I came back, as
she wished to hear that I had arrived safe at the Hall. It was very
kind of her, and I did so, of course. Since that I have received a
letter from her, stating that her grandmother is dead, and that her
mother is going to quit Gravesend for Portsmouth, to reside with her
brother, who is now a widower."

"I will go to Portsmouth," replied our hero.

"I was thinking that, as her brother is a navy agent, and Mrs Phillips
is interested about you, you could not do better. If anything turns up,
then you will have good advice, and your money is not so likely to be
thrown away. I think, therefore, you had better go to Portsmouth, and
try your fortune."

"I am very glad you have mentioned this, Mary, for, till now, one place
was as indifferent to me as another; but now it is otherwise, and to
Portsmouth I will certainly go."

Our hero remained two or three days longer at the village, during which
time Mary was with him every evening, and once she obtained leave to go
to the banker's about her money. She then turned over to Joey's account
the sum due to him, and arrangements were made with the bank so that
Joey could draw his capital out whenever he pleased.

After which our hero took leave of Mary, promising to correspond more
freely than before; and once more putting the strap of his
knife-grinder's wheel over his shoulders, he set off on his journey to
Portsmouth.

Joey had not gained two miles from the village when he asked himself the
question, "What shall I do with my grindstone?" He did not like to
leave it on the road; he did not know to whom he could give it away. He
rolled it on for about six miles farther, and then, quite tired, he
resolved to follow the plan formerly adopted by Spikeman, and repose a
little upon the turf on the road-side. The sun was very warm, and after
a time Joey retreated to the other side of the hedge, which was shaded;
and ha