ABSTRACT
Tim at this time was on an excursion to New York with Mr. Lumeire, in order to prepare for his travels through America, previously to his intended visit to Oxford. We shall, therefore, detain the reader’s attention a little longer to what was passing at Cranberry Hall, especially as no person of sensibility, who knew her well, could be indifferent to Miss Forester’s fate. We left her mother rummaging over the travelling trunks, and the old Colonel calculating in his mind what the fees of the doctor might be for Letty’s late illness. While he was rolling over this bitter pill, he heard his wife screaming on the stairs, ‘Colonel Forester, come up if you please! Lord have mercy on me! who would have / thought of it! See here is a fine show indeed! all spoiled with the snow and salt water; but this is not all – What do you think? the careless girl has lost the picture she sate for at New York, which cost three guineas at least.’
