BOOK II.
CHAPTER I.
MY POOR EVA
Two days after the pilot-boat, flitting away from the vessel’s side like some silent-flighted bird, had vanished into the night, Florence Ceswick happened to be walking past the village post-office on her way to pay a visit to Dorothy, when it struck her that the afternoon post must be in, and that she might as well ask if there were any letters for Dum’s Ness. There was no second delivery at Kesterwick, and she knew that it was not always convenient to Mr. Cardus to send in. The civil old postmaster gave her a little bundle of letters, remarking at the same time that he thought that there was one for the Cottage.
“Is it for me, Mr. Brown?” asked Florence.
“No, miss; it is for Miss Eva.”
“O, then I will leave it; I am going up to Dum’s Ness. No doubt M
