to find so sweet a flower in the
wilderness of the Western world. He bowed again, very politely, and
expressed his pleasure at making her acquaintance.

Pompey, bowing low, informed Mr. Newville that dinner was ready to be
served.

"My lord, may I presume to assign my daughter to you?" said Mrs.
Newville, giving her own arm to Admiral Montague.

Mr. Dapper solicited the favor of Mrs. Adams's company. As Miss
Chanson sang in the choir at King's Chapel, Reverend Mr. Coner thought
it becoming to offer her his arm, leaving Miss Artley to Mr. Newville,
and Miss Milford to Mr. Adams.

"I presume, my lord, you find things quite different here from what
you do in England," Ruth remarked, feeling it was incumbent upon her
to open the conversation.

"Yes, Miss Newville, very different; for instance, in London, and in
almost all our towns, the houses are mostly brick, with tiles or
thatch; but here, they are built of wood, covered with shingles. Your
churches are meetinghouses. Queer name." Lord Upperton laughed.

"Ha, ha! I had a funny experience the other day. I told the landlord
of the Admiral Vernon I would like a chair for myself, and another for
Mr. Dapper,--that we wanted to see the town. Well, what do you think
happened? A little later, in came two niggers, each bringing a big
rocking-chair. 'Dese be de cheers you axed for, Massa,' they said."

Miss Newville laughed heartily.

"The landlord evidently did not know you meant sedan-chairs; we do not
have them here," she said.

"More than that, I told him I should want some links for the evening,
as I was to be out late. He said I could get 'em in Faneuil Hall
Market, if it was sausages I wanted."

Again Miss Newville gave way to laughter.

"I do not suppose," she said, "that the landlord ever had heard that
a link-boy is a torch-bearer."

"I had the pleasure of attending services at your church last Sunday,"
said Lord Upperton to the rector, when they were seated at the table.
"I noticed that you have a substantial stone edifice."

"Yes, my lord, and we regard it with what, I trust, is reverential
pride. The Church of God is enduring, and the church's edifice should
be firm and solid, and of material that the tooth of time will not
gnaw," the rector answered.

"Ought it not to be beautiful as well?" Miss Newville inquired.

"Most certainly."

"I cannot say I think King's Chapel is beautiful in the architecture,
with its stump of a tower, and no steeple or