she can hold so many more. She'll be glad of that,
now you see, mother!" and Mrs. Beck gave a faint smile.

That very evening there were quick steps up the yard toward the side
door, and Betty opened the door and came in to the Becks' sitting-room.
She stopped a moment on the threshold, it all looked so familiar. Becky
had grown, as we know; that was the only change, and the old captain sat
reading his newspaper as usual, with a small lamp held close against it
in his right hand; Mrs. Beck was sewing, and on the wall hung the
picture of Daniel Webster and the portraits in watercolors of two of the
captain's former ships. Betty spoke to Captain Beck with an air of
intimacy and then went over to Becky's mother, who stood there with a
pale apprehensive look as if she thought there was no chance of
anybody's being glad to see _her_. However, Betty kissed her warmly and
said she was so glad to get back to Tideshead, and then displayed a
white paper bundle which she had held under her wrap. It looked like
presents!

"Aunt Barbara had to write some letters for the early mail and Aunt Mary
was resting, so I thought I would run over for a few minutes," said the
eager girl. "My big trunk came this afternoon, Becky."

"How is your Aunt Mary to-day?" asked Mrs. Beck ceremoniously, though a
light crept into her face which may have been a reflection from her
daughter's broad smile.

"Oh, she is just the same as ever," replied Betty sadly. "I believe she
isn't sleeping so well lately, but she looks a great deal better than
when I was a little girl. Aunt Barbara is always so anxious."

"They were surprised, I observed, when you and I came up the street
together last night; quite a voyage we had," said the captain.

"Some day I mean to go down and come back again in the old packet; can't
you go too, Becky?" said our friend. "Captain Beck'll be going again,
won't you, Captain Beck? I didn't look at the river half enough because
I was in such a hurry to get here."

"You're sunburnt, aren't you?" said Mrs. Beck, looking very friendly.

"I'm always brown in summer," acknowledged Betty frankly. "Hasn't Mary
grown like everything? I didn't known how tall I must look until I saw
her. I'm so glad that school is done; I was afraid it wouldn't be."

"She goes to the academy now, you know," said Mrs. Beck. "The term ended
abruptly because the principal's wife met with affliction and they had
to go out of town to her old home."

Betty,