ewell to the beautiful city with its parks and circles, its
magnificent avenues, its public buildings, and towering Monument.

"Well, well," said Miss Betsey, as she took her last look. "I haven't
lived all these years for nothing! I've been to the capital of my
country, and I've visited the tomb of Washington. And, Cynthy, now it's
all over and we're safely out of the way, I'm real glad I took that twig
from the garden. I had a kind of an uneasy feeling about it all the time
I was in town, but now I feel better."

When they arrived at Philadelphia Mr. Carpenter was waiting for them at
the station. Neal, he explained, was at the lumber-yard; he could not
get off at that hour. They intended going to a hotel, but William
Carpenter, with Quaker hospitality, insisted that they should stay under
his roof while they were in the city.

"Rachel expects thee," he said to his cousin when she remonstrated; "she
has made the necessary preparations."

"But there are so many of us," said Mrs. Franklin.

"There is room for all, and more," he replied, calmly.

Miss Trinkett was much pleased with all she saw, though somewhat
surprised when she heard herself called by her given name on so short an
acquaintance.

"However, it gives you an at-home feeling right away," she confided to
her nieces. "It seems as if I were back in Wayborough with the people
that have known me ever since I was born, I wouldn't like to say how
many years ago, though not so very many, either."

It was the middle of the afternoon when Neal came in. Hester heard his
familiar step coming down the long narrow hall to her room, where she
was resting. There was a knock at the door, and she called to him to
come in. In another instant his arms were around her.

"Neal, Neal," she cried, "is it really you at last? Oh, how I have
longed to see you! Let me look at you."

She held herself away from him, and scrutinized the face which was far
above hers.

"You've grown. You are taller than ever. I only come up to your
shoulder, Neal. What a big man you are going to be! And you have
altered--your face looks different. What is it?"

"Can't say," he laughed. "Don't stare a fellow out of countenance,
Hessie; it's embarrassing. Did you have a good time in Washington?"

It was evident that he did not wish to refer to past events, but Hester
insisted upon speaking. She felt that something must be said sooner or
later, and there was no time like the present. It would be