. Dinsmore's part that he would take his little girl
travelling for some months. They would go North immediately; for the
doctor said it was the best thing that could be done; in fact the only
thing that would be likely to benefit her.

When the doctor had gone, Mr. Dinsmore went into Elsie's little
sitting-room, where she was busily engaged with her lessons.

"I am not quite ready yet, papa," she said, looking up as he entered;
"isn't it a little before the time?"

"Yes, a little," he replied, consulting his watch, "but you needn't mind
that lesson, daughter; I'm afraid I have been working you too hard."

"Oh, no, papa! and if you please, I would rather finish the lesson."

"Very well, then, I will wait for you," he said, taking up a book.

She came to him in a few moments, saying that she was quite ready
now, and when he had heard her recitations, and praised her for their
excellence, he bade her put her books away and come and sit on his
knee, for he had something to tell her.

"Is it good news, papa?" she asked, as he lifted her to her accustomed
seat.

"Yes, I hope you will think so: it is that you and I, and mammy, and John
are about to set out upon our travels. I am going to take you North to
spend the summer, as the doctor thinks that is the best thing that can be
done to bring back your health and strength."

Elsie's eyes were dancing with joy. "Oh, how delightful that will be!"
she exclaimed. "And will you take me to see Miss Rose, papa?"

"Yes, anywhere that you would like to go. Suppose we make out a list of
the places we would like to visit," he said, taking out pencil and paper.

"Oh, yes, papa," she answered eagerly; "I would like to go to Washington,
to see the Capitol, and the President's house, and then to Philadelphia
to see Independence Hall, where they signed the Declaration, you know,
and then to New York, and then to Boston; for I want to see Bunker Hill,
and Faneuil Hall, and all the places that we read so much about in the
history of the Revolution, and--but, papa, may I _really_ go _wherever_
I want to?" she asked, interrupting herself in the midst of her rapid
enumeration, to which he was listening with an amused expression.

"I said so, did I not?" he replied, smiling at her eagerness.

"Well, then, papa, I want to see Lakes Champlain and Ontario; yes, and
all those great lakes--and Niagara Fails; and to sail up or down the
Hudson River and the Connecticut, and I would like to vi