“We are very poor, too; we haven’t anything but the house, and a little money each year to buy what we need to eat and wear, the plainest sort.  But the house is large; Captain Melville and me never so much as set foot up-stairs.  If you can manage to live on the upper floor, you’re more than welcome, we both say; and we hope you won’t let any pride stand in the way of your coming.  It will do us good to have more folks in the house, and it ain’t as if it cost us anything, for we shouldn’t never be willing, neither me nor Captain Melville, to rent the rooms to strangers, not while we’ve got enough to live on without.”

There was silence for some minutes between Reuben and Jane and Draxy after this letter had been read.  Jane looked steadily away from Reuben.  There was deep down in the patient woman’s heart, a latent pride which was grievously touched.  Reuben turned to Draxy; her lips were parted; her cheeks were flushed; her eyes glowed.  “Oh, father, the sea!” she exclaimed.  This was her first thought; but in a second more she added, “How kind, how good of Aunt Emma’s husband!”

“Would you like to go, my daughter?” said Reuben, earnestly.

“Why, I thought of course we should go!” exclaimed Draxy, turning with a bewildered look to her mother, who was still silent.  “What else is the letter sent for?  It means that we must go.”

Her beautiful simplicity was utterly removed from any false sense of obligation.  She accepted help as naturally from a human hand as from the sunshine; she would give it herself, so far as she had power, just as naturally and just as unconsciously.

There was very little discussion about the plan.  Draxy’s instinct overbore all her father’s misgiving, and all her mother’s unwillingness.

“Oh, how can you feel so, Ma,” she exclaimed more than once.  “If I had a sister I could not.  I love Aunt Emma already next to you and father; and you don’t know how much we can do for her after we get there, either.  I can earn money there, I know I can; all we need.”

Mrs. Melville had written that there were many strangers in the town in the summer, and that she presumed Draxy could soon find all the work she wished as seamstress; also that there were many chances of work for a man who was accustomed to gardening, as, of course, Reuben must be.

Draxy’s sanguine cheerfulness was infectious; even Jane began to look forward with interest to the new home; and Reuben smiled when Draxy sang.  Lawton and Reuben were to be left behind; that was the only regret; but it was merely anticipating by a very little the separation which was inevitable, as the boys had both become engaged to daughters of the farmers for whom they had been working, and would very soon take their positions as sons-in-law on these farms.