This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ...of that home and its inmates, for her aunt took no pains to hide the fact that she looked upon the past as a distressingly vulgar.episode in Katty's life, which ought now to be banished from her thoughts if possible. The thought of Uncle Carvosso, with his manly bearing and kind intelligent face; of Aunt Marion, with her gentle, loving expression and sweet ways; of Arthur, who was far far away upon the rolling deep, on board the Leaping Water; and of old Kezia, serving faithfully, "as unto the Lord," would come constantly into her mind; and then with one of those quick comparisons which Katty had an aptness in drawing, she would tell herself that her home--she always named it so in her heart--was no more vulgar than the ocean and the rocks that lay before it. "These London people," so she would muse, "think their parks so beautiful. I wonder what they would think of my dear Cornish coast? Perhaps only that it was rough and wild." Such fits of feeling usually ended in a flood of tears, and left her with a pale face for the rest of the day. One day, when the trees at the back of the house were beginning to lose their leaves, Katty went back to her schoolroom after luncheon, desirous of making an improvement in a drawing upon which she was at work, preparing for her master, who would see it next day. Before beginning, however, she yielded to a sudden impulse to write a private note to Aunt Marion, whose birthday was near. She hated the idea of trimming down her birthday wishes to the necessary coldness which Mrs. Bickerton would consider proper for the occasion. So she let her love pour itself freely forth upon the paper, and afterwards set to work cheerfully upon her task. The schoolroom was at the back of the...