“’Spect der is been more’n you at dat business, Uncle Joe;” remarked Aunt Dicey, “’spect I knows one ole niggah dat didn’t fail to disremember de little darlin’ at de throne ob grace.”

“De bressed lamb!” murmured Aunt Chloe, dropping a tear on Violet’s golden curls as she clasped her to her breast, “she’s de Lord’s own, and he’ll take de bes’ care of her; in dis world and in de nex’; be sho’ ob dat, honey.  Ise mighty glad for her and my dear missus; and for you too Miss Wi’let.  You’s been frettin’ yo’ heart out ’bout Miss Lily.”

“I’ve been very anxious about her, mammy; and something else has been troubling me too, but it’s all right now,” Violet answered with a glad look, then releasing herself, ran back to her grandfather.

She had seen less than usual of him for several weeks past, and wanted an opportunity to pour out all her heart to him.

He had gone up to Molly’s sitting-room, and she followed him thither.

With Rosie on his knee, Harold and Herbert standing on either side, and Eddie sitting near, he was chatting gayly with his crippled niece, who was as bright and cheery as any of the group, all of whom were full of joy over the glad tidings he had brought.

“Grandpa,” said Vi, joining them, “it seems a good while since you were here for more than a short call.  Won’t you stay now for the rest of the day?”

“Yes, and I propose that we drive down to the lake, Molly and all, and have a row.  I think it would do you all good.  The weather is delightful.”

The motion was carried by acclamation, Molly’s maid was summoned, Eddie went down to order the carriage, and the rest scattered to prepare for the expedition.

It was a lovely October day, the air balmy, the woods gorgeous in their richly colored autumn robes; gold, scarlet and crimson, russet and green mingled in gay profusion; the slanting beams of the descending sun fell athwart the lakelet, like a broad band of shimmering gold, and here and there lent an added glory to the trees.  The boat glided swiftly over the rippling waters, now in sunshine, now in shadow, and the children hushed their merry clatter, silenced by the beauty and stillness of the scene.

Tea was waiting when they returned, and on leaving the table the younger ones bade good-night, and went away with Vi to be put to bed.

She had a story or some pleasant talk for them every night; doing her best to fill mamma’s place.

Vi was glad to find her grandpa alone in the library when she came down again.

“Come, sit on my knee, as your dear mamma used to do at your age,” he said, “and tell me what you have been doing these past weeks while I have seen so little of you.”

“It is so nice,” she said as she took the offered seat, and he passed his arm about her, “so nice to have a grandpa to pet me; especially when I’ve no father or mother at home to do it.”

“So we are mutually satisfied,” he said.  “Now what have you to tell me? any questions to ask? any doubts or perplexities to be cleared away?”