grandma. "Don't you hear the bell?" and
again it sounded its merry summons to tea.

V.

San Francisco.

"Aunty," said Willie at my elbow, "we are waiting for you. You know we
arrived at San Francisco yesterday, and we want to hear about it now."
So I went down to my little flock of listeners.

* * * * *

We stayed at the "Lick House" on Montgomery Street,--

"_Lick House!_" cried Harry. "What a funny name! What made them call it
so?"

It was named for a Mr. Lick, who built it. It is a very nice hotel, and
we were very glad to be again on land.

It took our friends but a short time to find out we were there; for we
received some calls before we had our bonnets off, and they continued to
come until bedtime. Beds!--how delightful to get into a real bed again
after being so long in berths; for though, on the Constitution, grandpa
and grandma had a bed, I had my narrow shelf.

The next day was the Sabbath. We attended Rev. Mr. Lacy's church in the
morning, and heard Rev. Mr. Bartlett of Santa Cruz preach. In the
afternoon, we went out to the "Mission Dolores," to the installation of
Rev. Mr. Beckwith. We were glad to arrive in California in time to see
him installed, and it was pleasant for grandpa and Mr. Beckwith to meet
again; for the latter was once the President of Oahu College in the
Sandwich Islands. All day Monday, friends came to see us, and were so
cordial and kind that it did our hearts good.

Tuesday afternoon, thanks to a kind friend, we went to ride. How
delightful it was to be in a carriage again, on a good road, with fine
horses, after our imprisonment on board ship! Some of the streets are
paved with planks, some partially so; others are very sandy, while some
are hard and smooth. We rode over the hills southwest of San Francisco,
where we got a fine view of the city and parts of the bay. I had
expected to find San Francisco a level place; but it is just the
reverse; for it is built on several very high hills. They have been
slashed and cut into unmercifully, which greatly injures the looks of
the older part of the city. We had a fast trot on the beach near the
Ocean House. What a surf! White-crested billows came roaring and
tumbling in, seeming as if ready to ingulf us. We passed a poor
shattered fragment of a recent wreck, now almost imbedded in the sand,
and it made me shudder to think of being wrecked on that cruel shore.
It was a vessel but a little sm