and there is little Patty Rutter shut in for the night. As the
key turns in the old-time lock, the Lady Rutter winks hard and sits
up.

"Well, I've been patient, anyhow, and Mrs. Samuel Adams herself
couldn't wish me to do more," she said, with a comforting yawn
and a delightful stretch, and then she began to stare in blank
bewilderment.

"I _should_ like to know what this all means," she whispered, "and
_where_ I am. I've heard enough to-day to turn my head. How very queer
folks are, and they talk such jargon now-a-days. Centennial and
Corliss Engine; Woman's Pavilion and Memorial Hall; Main Building and
the Trois Freres; Hydraulic Annex, railroads and what-nots.

"_I_ never heard of such things. I don't think it is proper to speak
of them, or the Adamses would have told me. No more intelligent folks
in the land than the Adamses, and I guess _they_ know what belongs to
good society and polite conversation. I declare I blushed so in my
sleep that I was quite ashamed. I'll get up and look about now. I'm
sure this isn't any one of the houses where we visit, or folks
wouldn't talk so."

Patty Rutter straightened her bonnet on her head, smoothed down her
robe of silken drab, adjusted her kerchief, looked at her watch to
learn how long she had been sleeping, and found, to her surprise, that
it had run down. Right over her head hung two watches.

"Why, how thoughtful folks are in this house," she exclaimed in a
timid voice, reaching up and taking one of the two time-pieces in her
hand. "Why, here's a name; let me see."

Reading slowly, she announced that the watch belonged to "Wil-liam
Wil-liams--worn when he signed the Declaration of Independence." "Ah!"
she cried, with pathetic tone, "this watch is run down _too_, at four
minutes after five. I remember! _This_ William Williams was one of the
fifty-six Fathers. I guess I must be in Lebanon--he lived there and
his folks would have his watch of course. Here's another," taking down
a watch and reading, "Colonel John Trumbull. _Run down, too!_ and at
twenty-three minutes after six. _He_ was the son of Brother Jonathan,
Governor of one of the Mothers, when the Nation was born. Yes, yes, I
must be in Lebanon. Well, it's a comfort, at least, to know that I'm
in company the Adamses would approve of, though _how_ I came here is a
mystery."

She hung the watches in place, stepped out of the glass room, in which
she had slept, into a hall, and with a slight exclamation of del