eft the train at Philadelphia I was bewildered and confused.
Such crowds I never saw, not even in Lancaster. Seemed like everybody in
the city was coming from a train or running to one. I was glad to see
Miss Lee. She's the dearest person! I love her as much as I did when I
went to her school on the hill. I'm as tall as she is now. She dresses
beautifully. I thought my blue serge suit was lovely but her clothes
are--well, I suppose you'd call them creations. I'm so glad I'm going to
be near her all winter and can copy from her.

As I came through the gates at the depot she caught me and kissed me. I
thought she was alone, but a moment later she turned to a tall man and
introduced him, her cousin, Royal Lee, the musician. If Aunt Maria could
see him she'd warn me again, as she did repeatedly, not to "leave that
fiddlin' man get too friendly." He's handsome. I never before met a man
like him. His magnetic smile, his low voice attracted me right away.

After he piloted us through the crowded depot and into a taxicab Miss
Lee began to ask me questions about Greenwald and the people she knows
there. I felt rather timid, for I was conscious of the appraising eyes
of her cousin. He didn't stare at me, yet every time I glanced at him
his eyes were searching my face. Does he think me very countrified, I
wonder? I do have the red cheeks country girls are always credited with,
but I'm glad I'm not "buxom." I'd hate to be fat!

I wish I could describe Royal Lee. He's just as I pictured him, only
more so. He has the lean, aesthetic face of the musician, the sensitive
nostrils and thin lips denoting acute temperament. His eyes are gray.

As we rode through the streets of the city Miss Lee told me her mother
would have me stay with them until we can find a suitable boarding
place. To-morrow we're going in search of one.

Taxicabs travel pretty fast. We skirted past curbs so that I almost held
my breath and shot past trucks and other cars till I thought we'd surely
land in the street. But we escaped safely and soon stopped at the Lee
residence, a big, imposing brownstone house. It looks bare outside, no
yard, no flowers. But inside it's a lovely place, so inviting and
attractive that I'd like to settle down for life in it.

Mrs. Lee is as charming as her daughter. She has been a semi-invalid for
years, but even in her wheelchair she has the poise and manner of one
well born. Her greeting was so cordial and gracious, but all I could