an
imagine here in America."

"It was a shame! Methodists are most respectable people."

"I'm saying nothing contrary."

"The President is a Methodist."

"I never asked what he was. I am a Church of England woman, you know
that. Born and bred in the Church, baptized, confirmed, and married in
the Church, and I was always taught it was the only proper Church for
gentlemen and gentlewomen to be saved in. However, English Methodists
often go back to the Church when they get rich."

"Church or chapel makes no difference to me, grandmother. If people are
only good."

"To be sure; but you won't be long in England until you'll find out that
some things make a great deal of difference. Do you know your father was
here this morning? He wanted me to go with you--a likely, thing."

"But, grandmother, do come. We will take such good care of you, and----"

"I know, but I'd rather keep my old memories of Yorkshire than get
new-fashioned ones. All is changed. I can tell that by what Fred
says. My three great friends are dead. They have left children and
grandchildren, of course, but I don't want to make new acquaintances at
my age, unless I have the picking of them. No, I shall get Miss Hillis
to go with me to my little cabin on the Jersey coast. We'll take our
knitting and the fresh novels, and I'll warrant we'll see as much of
the new men and women in them as will more than satisfy us. But you must
write me long letters, and tell me everything about the Squire and the
way he keeps house, and I don't care if you fill up the paper with the
Tyrrel-Rawdons."

"I will write you often, Granny, and tell you everything."

"I shouldn't wonder if you come across Dora Stanhope, but I wouldn't ask
her to Rawdon. She'll mix some cup of bother if you do."

"I know."

In such loving and intimate conversation the hours sped quickly, and
Ethel could not bear to cut short her visit. It was nearly five when
she left Gramercy Park, but the day being lovely, and the avenue full of
carriages and pedestrians, she took the drive at its enforced tardiness
without disapproval. Almost on entering the avenue from Madison Square
there was a crush, and her carriage came to a standstill. She was then
opposite the store of a famous English saddler, and near her was an open
carriage occupied by a middle-aged gentleman in military uniform. He
appeared to be waiting for someone, and in a moment or two a young man
came out of the saddlery store, and wit