--and yet, come to think--let me see--when did you say?" replied
Frank doubtfully.

"Between 1870 and '80, as nearly as we can make out, probably about the
middle of the decade," said Nellie.

"I think I was in C------ at about that time. I believe I was still
living with my father's family."

"I told you so," said Nellie to Jessie, and, turning again to Frank, she
asked:--

"Do you remember anything about a social club there?"

"I do," replied Frank, with some appearance of interest. "I recall
something of the sort quite distinctly, though I suppose I have n't
thought of it for twenty years. How did you ever hear of it, Mrs. Hyde?"

"Why, I was a member," replied she briskly, "and so was Mrs. Tyrrell. We
were reminded of it the other day by a discovery Mrs. Tyrrell made in an
old bureau drawer of a photograph of the members of the club in a group,
taken probably all of fifty years ago, and yellow as you can imagine.
There was one figure that resembled you, doctor, as you might have
looked then, and I thought, too, that I recalled you as one of the
members; but Mrs. Tyrrell could not, and so we agreed to settle the
matter by appealing to your own recollection."

"Yes, indeed," said Frank, "I now recall the club very perfectly, and it
seems to me Governor Townsley was also in it."

"Yes, I think I was a member," assented George, "though my recollections
are rather hazy."

Mary and Henry, being appealed to, failed to remember anything about the
club, the latter suggesting that probably it flourished before he came
to C------. Jessie was quite sure she recalled Henry, but the others
could not do so with much positiveness.

"I will ask Mrs. Long when I get home," said Henry. "She has always
lived at C------, and is great for remembering dates. Let's see; what
time do you think it was?"

"Mrs. Tyrrell and I concluded it must have been between. 1873 and 1877,"
said Jessie; adding slyly, "for she was married in 1877. Mrs. Tyrrell,
did you bring that old photograph with you? It might amuse them to look
at it."

Nellie produced a small picture, and, adjusting their spectacles and
eye-glasses, they all came forward to see it. A group of six young
people was represented, all in the very heyday of youth. The spectators
were silent, looking first at the picture, and then at each other.

"Can it be," said Frank, "that these were ever our pictures? I hope,
Mrs. Tyrrell, the originals had the forethought to put the name