Emilia had called him Cedric
the Saxon; and he well suited the name, with his frank, honest
disposition, and large, loving blue eyes.
June had commenced; the weather was very warm, and Mr. T - - had
sent for the loan of old Jenny to help him for a day with his
potatoes. I had just prepared dinner when the old woman came
shrieking like a mad thing down the clearing, and waving her
hands towards me. I could not imagine what had happened.
"Ninny's mad!" whispered Dunbar; "she's the old girl for making a
noise."
"Joy! Joy!" bawled out the old woman, now running breathlessly
toward us. "The masther's come - the masther's come!"
"Where? - where?"
"Jist above in the wood. Goodness gracious! I have run to let you
know - so fast - that my heart - is like to - break."
Without stopping to comfort poor Jenny, off started the children and
myself, at the very top of our speed; but I soon found that I could
not run - I was too much agitated. I got to the head of the bush, and
sat down upon a fallen tree. The children sprang forward like wild
kids, all but Donald, who remained with his old nurse.
