? For, if you go, she will, and you know she can
always coax father to do as she pleases."

This was rather humiliating to Julia, but she concluded it was her only
alternative, so she dried her eyes, and seeking out her sister, very soon
talked her into a strong desire to try the mysteries of a school in
Frankfort, and also drew from her a promise to try her powers of argument
upon her father. Accordingly, that evening Fanny made an attack upon him,
and as her mother had predicted, she was perfectly successful. It was
settled that she and Julia should both go, and the next morning early Mr.
Middleton set off for Frankfort to find "as smart a boarding place for his
gals as anybody had." There was as yet no boarding house connected with
the school, and he was obliged to find a place for them in some one of the
numerous boarding houses with which Frankfort abounds. He at last decided
upon a very genteel establishment, kept by a Mrs. Crane, who at first
hesitated about receiving into her family persons who possessed so rough
and shabby-looking a father.

But Mr. Middleton brought her to a decision by saying, "what the deuce you
waiting for? Is it because I've got on cowhide stogies and a home-made
coat? Thunder and lightning! Don't you know I'm old Middleton, worth at
least two hundred thousand?"

This announcement changed the current of Mrs. Crane's ideas. The daughters
were not rough, if the father was, so she decided to take them, and for
the very moderate sum of seven dollars per week, promised to give them all
the privileges of her house. The first day of June was fixed on for them
to leave home and at sunrise Mr. Middleton's carriage stood at the door,
waiting for the young ladies to make their appearance. Julia had long been
ready and was waiting impatiently for Fanny, who was bidding the servants
an affectionate good-bye. Each one had received from her some little token
of love, and now they all stood in one corner of the yard, to look at
their darling as long as possible.

"Lor' bless her," said one; "Kentuck hain't many like her, nor never will
have."

"No, nor Frankfort nuther," said a second. While a third added, "No, and I
reckon heaven hadn't nuther!"

To which a fourth responded, "Amen."

Here old Aunt Katy, who had nursed Mr. Middieton and his children after
him, hobbled up to Fanny, and laying her hard, shriveled black hand on her
young mistress' bright locks, said, "The Lord who makes the wind blow