ABSTRACT
I T was about nine o’clock on a bright autumn morning that Miss Brotherton and her faithful nurse mounted into a lumbering six-inside vehicle, bound for * * *. Their two small trunks, with “ Mrs. Tremlett, passenger,” modestly written on both, were safely lodged on the top ; Mr. Bell gave them a silent blessing and a silent nod ; the horse boy vociferated “ all r i g h t , ” and the richest young lady in Lancashire rolled off, very literally in search of adventures.
