een sorry for the
delay. But September brought a different feeling. Harry wanted to go
to the city. His visits to it made him long for the financial fray,
for society, for his old duties and amusements. He began to fret at
his inaction, to be a trifle irritable with Miss Alida for her long
visit, and at last to stop in the city for two and three days at a
time.

"I wish Miss Alida would come home," said Adriana to her father one
morning. She had driven herself to the post-office, and called at
Peter's on her way back. "I wish she would come. We have had no letter
from her for two weeks. I am uneasy about her--and about Harry."

"Why are you uneasy about Harry?" asked Peter.

"He stays in the city too often. He says 'business' demands his
presence. Father, I do not like it. I want to be in the city with him.
I am sure I ought to be. Why does he stay there? He could come home if
he wished to do so."

Peter looked gravely into his daughter's anxious face. He could see
the unshed tears in her eyes. He had himself suffered from her
mother's over-love and jealous care, and he said earnestly:

"Yanna, my best loved one! Before all other advice about your husband,
consider some words I am going to give you. I gave them to Gertrude
and Augusta; when they first began to worry about this thing--_a wife
should have eyelids as well as eyes_. Do not see too much. Do not hear
too much. Do not feel too much. And be sure not to imagine too much.
God made both men and women, and they are not alike. Remember that,
dear girl--_they are not alike_." He clasped her hand, and she smiled
through her tears, and with a brave little nod turned her horse's head
and drove slowly home.

When she reached the Van Hoosen place, she found that Miss Alida had
returned. The old lady came to the door with a "Good morning, Mrs.
Harry Filmer! Why was not Harry at the dock to meet me?"

"We did not know you were coming. Oh, I wish we had! We would have
both been there."

"I thought so, and as I hate a fuss, I just dropped home without a
word. Do I look ten years older? I feel twenty. No place like
home! your own home! I hope we shall all have our own homes in
heaven--country ones, too. I should tire awfully of that great
multitude on the golden streets. Oh, Yanna, how good it is to see
you! Where is Harry?"

"In New York. He has to go there very often now. He says it is
business."

"It is business, undoubtedly. Here is the cup of chocolate I ord