"
I began explaining that this was no reason at all; but he would not
hear of my going away, and declared that it was I who belonged to the
place, so that I confessed that I should be very thankful to stay a
little while.
"Not only a little while," he said; "it is your home as much as ever,
and the best thing in the world for us."
"Yes, yes," responded Eustace; "we kept on wondering what Aunt Lucy
would be like, and never thought she could be such a nice _young_
lady."
"Not realising that your aunt is younger than yourselves," I said.
"No," said Eustace, "the old folk never would talk of home--my father
did not like it, you see--and Aunt Alice had moved off to New
Zealand, so that we could not go and talk about it to her. Mr. Smith
has got a school in Auckland, you know."
I did not know, but I found that a year or two after the death of my
brother Ambrose, his widow had become the second wife of the master
of a boarding-school at Sydney, and that it was there that Harold, at
ten years old, had fought all the boys, including the step-children,
and had been so audacious and uncontrollable, that she had been
forced to return him to his uncle and aunt in the "Bush." Eustace
had been with the Smiths at Sydney until her move to Auckland, he had
even been presented, and had been to a ball at Government House, and
thus was viewed as the polished member of the family, though, if he
had come as master, I should never have been drawn, as I was by
Harold's free, kindly simplicity, into writing my thanks to Lady
Diana, and saying that I could not leave my nephews so abruptly,
especially as they had brought a little sister.
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