ming
to something now."

He led the way into a pleasant enclosure, or placa, as they call it
there, saying carelessly, "Let's cross to the other side."

They started briskly enough, but in a minute Hope flung out a hand as
if for support.

"Oh, I can't stand up another minute!" she cried. "It makes me
seasick."

But Dwight caught her arm and laughingly urged her on, stumbling and
protesting, for this is known as Rolling Motion Square, and is paved in
gray-blue stone to represent billows in motion. So complete is the
effect that those who are still giddy from ocean travel find it a trial
to walk across it.

"Dwight," called his mother admonishingly, "you will weary the patience
of these young ladies. Come and help your mother a minute, can't you?"

"Of course I can, mommy, provided Miss Hope will release me, but she is
clinging awfully tight just now!"

Amid the laughter his uncle sent him forward with a push, and offered
his own arm.

"Get out, you rascal! We're nearly across, Miss Hosmer, and I'm very
glad of an opportunity to monopolize you for a little. I see you are
not greatly impressed with Portugal; you don't like it so well
as--well, Lynn, for instance?"

"Now you are laughing at me, but indeed I do not! Do you know, Mr.
Lawrence, I have always wished we girls were Americans in real
earnest--to live there, you understand. I love England, too, but while
I was with Uncle Albert at Lynn, he used to talk to me a great deal
about that grand United States and it seems to me a wonderful land.
Faith was not so strong as I, and used to stay in more--you see, uncle
was not really in the busy part, but well out where it was more like
the country--and she did not go about with him as I did. Once he took
me to Plymouth, and when he showed me that rock with the railing around
it, and told me about those Pilgrim fathers braving the sea and
savages, just to worship God as they thought was right, it seemed to me
as if my whole soul bowed down in reverence! From that minute I was an
American girl--a New England girl--and I have kept true to my father's
country ever since."

"I think," said Mr. Lawrence, thoughtfully, "that there is something in
the foundation of our New England which gives it an interest beyond
that of almost any region known, and it certainly appeals to any nature
which has an enthusiasm for the heroic and noble. Many countries have
been acquired through bloodshed, by conquest and because