ther historical scenes were visited after that, and thus several days
passed very pleasantly. Still there were no tidings of Miss Allison,
and at last Elsie gave up expecting her; for her father said it must
certainly be that the family had left the city for the summer, although
it was so early in the season; so he decided that they would go on and
visit Boston, and the White Mountains; and perhaps go up the Hudson
River, too, and to Niagara Falls, and the lakes, stopping in Philadelphia
again on their return; when their friends would probably be in the city
again.

It was on Saturday morning that he announced this decision to Elsie,
adding that they would remain where they were over the Sabbath, and leave
for New York early Monday morning.

Elsie sighed at the thought of giving up for so long a time all hope of
seeing Miss Rose, and looked very sober for a little while, though she
said nothing.

"Well, I believe we have seen all the sights in this city of Brotherly
Love, so what shall we do with ourselves to-day?" her father asked gayly,
as he drew her towards him, and playfully patted her cheek.

"I should like to go back to the Academy of Fine Arts, if you will take
me, papa; there are several pictures there which I want very much to see
again."

"Then get your bonnet, my pet, and we will go at once," he said; and
Elsie hastened to do his bidding.

There were very few other visitors in the Academy when Mr. Dinsmore and
his little girl entered. They spent several hours there, almost too much
absorbed in studying the different paintings to notice who were coming or
going, or what might be passing about them. They themselves, however,
were by no means unobserved, and more than once the remark might have
been heard from some one whose eyes were turned in that direction, "What
a very fine-looking gentleman!" or, "What a lovely little girl!"

One young lady and gentleman watched them for some time.

"What a very handsome and distinguished-looking man he is," remarked the
lady in an undertone, "His face looks familiar, too, and yet I surely
cannot have met him before."

"Yes, he is a fine, gentlemanly looking fellow," replied her companion in
the same low tone, "but it is the little girl that attracts my attention.
She is perfectly lovely! his sister, I presume. There, Rose, now you can
see her face," he added, as at that moment Elsie turned toward them.

"Oh, it is a dear little face! But can it be? no, surely i