l as I shall among the saratogas
and the style. Well, I'll be honest from the start and tell them that
the only thing we're rich in is mortgages. I guess they'll know without
the telling. I wonder if they'll be ashamed of me?'

Her father came and lifted the trunk into the back of the waggon, and
they started along the grass-bordered road to the station. He began
recalling the city as he remembered it.

'You'll have to go to Bunker Hill, of course, and the Common, and be
sure and look out for the statues, they're everywhere. Lincoln freeing
the slaves--that's the best one to my thinking, and that's down in
Cornhill, if I remember right. My, but that's a place! Mind you hold
tight to your cousins. The streets, and the horses, and the people whirl
round so, it's enough to make you lose your head. Well, well, I wouldn't
mind going along with you to see the sights.'

He bought her ticket, and secured her a comfortable seat, then he said,
'God bless you,' and went away.

Pauline looked after him wonderingly. He had never said it to her
before. Perhaps it was a figure of speech which people reserved for
travelling. She supposed there was always the danger of a possible
accident. Ah! if they could only have started off together, as he said,
and never gone back to Sleepy Hollow any more!

_Chapter III_

FAIRYLAND

To the day of her death Pauline never forgot the sense of satisfied
delight with which she felt herself made a member of her uncle's
household. Her three cousins--Gwendolyn, Russell, and Belle--had greeted
her cordially as soon as the train drew up in a station which, for size
and grandeur, surpassed her wildest dreams, and then escorted her
between a bewildering panorama of flashing lights, brilliant shop
windows, swiftly moving cars, and people in an endless stream to another
depot, for her Uncle Robert resided in the suburbs.

They were waiting to welcome her at the entrance of their lovely home,
her Uncle Robert and his wife. With one swift, comprehensive glance she
took it all in. The handsome house in its brilliant setting of lawns and
trees, the wide verandah with its crimson Mount Washington rockers,
luxurious hammocks, and low table covered with freshly-cut magazines,
the pleasant-faced man who was her nearest of kin, and his graceful wife
in a tea-gown of soft summer silk with rich lace about her throat and
wrists, her cousins in their dainty muslins, and Russell in his fresh
summer suit. H