Please, sir, is this Plumfield?' asked a ragged boy of the man who opened the great gate at which the omnibus left him. 'Yes. Who sent you?' 'Mr. Laurence. I have got a letter for the lady.' 'All right; go up to the house, and give it to her; she'll see to you, little chap.' The man spoke pleasantly, and the boy went on, feeling much cheered by the words. Through the soft spring rain that fell on sprouting grass and budding trees, Nat saw a large square house before him, a hospitable-looking ho