A MODERN TRAMP.

CHAPTER XI.—KNIGHTS ERRANT.

L T H O U G HAunt Mary hadmade no pre-tensions as aprophet, shewas a shrewdobserver, andwhen to shrewdo b s e r v a t i o nlogical judg-

ment and a good mem-ory are added, we have, if

not a genuinely inspired prophet,something that for ordinary mundaneaffairs answers much the same purpose.Ned Graham had, indeed, as she sus-pected, left his boat at the hotel landingon Miss Clinton’s account. They hadbeen excellent friends on the occasion ofher visit as his sister’s school friend a fewyears before, and on meeting her again, agoverness in Mr. Mullions family, hewould have renewed the acquaintance in astraightforward, natural, manly fashion;but, to his indignant surprise, his sistershowed unmistakably her sense of a vastdifference between her present and formerrelations with her school friend. Ned hadeven discussed the matter openly at home,and had been still further disturbed by Col.Graham’s oracular decision that Mabel Mull-ion’s governess should not presume uponher former acquaintance with the family.“Her position is wholly changed,” saidhe, “and she ought not to forget the fact.”

“It would be much more excusable inher to forget it than for us to remind herof it,” retorted his son valiantly, and hewould have felt a hearty contempt for him-self if, after this, he had not attemptedmore cordially than before to atone as faras possible, by his own conduct, for theinjustice of his father and sister. Theresult was what might have been expected.He was beginning to feel a personal inter-est in the young lady, which in all proba-bility would never have been aroused butfor the halo of persecution that surround-ed her. He had asked Miss Clinton toaccompany them to Barton’s Neck, andafter her positive declination had startedwithout her; but, unfortunately, his sister

had made some remark concerning properregard for social distinctions that hadstirred his righteous wrath to such a degreethat, fearing he might be unable to refrainfrom an expression of his sentiments thatwould be more exasperating than discreet,he had sailed directly to the hotel landing,and had there and then deserted his ship,leaving Fred and Maggie in command,—asummary proceeding that disturbed AuntMary in more ways than one. She pre-ferred Graham’s management of his ownboat, and she wished to forestall possiblecomplications by a brief talk with HughVernon as soon as might be. The passen-gers had, of course, protested loudly, ex-cept Maggie, who took her place at thehelm in silence; but he pleaded business,a headache, letters, forgotten errands, andother excuses so varied and incongruousthat they all united in declaring that heshould not on any terms be allowed tostay in the boat; they would throw himoverboard if he attempted it; all butMaggie,—she looked out from under thebroad brim of her brown straw hat, andsaid never a word.

Graham watched the boat till he couldno longer distinguish the occupants, thenturned and walked along the beach in thedirection of the Mullion cottage and thestockade. He had a mile or more to walk,and set out at a strong, rapid pace, with thebearing of one who has an important dutyon hand and is fully resolved to do or die,Clear, cool breezes blowing from the Atlan-tic Ocean, the illimitable sky, and themighty, solemn voice of the beating wavesare powerful antidotes to unreasonable ex-citement and passionate emotion. Beforehe had passed half the distance that lay be-tween the wharf and his destination hisrapid walk had become a ruminating saun-ter, and at last his ponderings brought himto a dead stop. He had begun to criticisehis own intentions, to ask whether he wasreally acting from a genuine, irresistibleemotion; whether it would be strictlytrue that Agnes “was dearer to him thanall the world besides,”—he had alreadyarranged to that extent what he should say,—or whether he had been moved ratherby a chivalrous desire to take her partagainst what seemed to him most cruel

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a queen anne in whom there is no guile.

and unjust treatment. At the same timeit occurred to him that Maggie Mullion hadbeen singularly quiet when all the restwere loudly protesting against his leavingthe boat, or threatening him with summaryvengeance if he remained. In fact he wastaking himself soberly to task, and wasfinding the situation more complex than hehad supposed. He was finding more bothinside and outside of himself than he haddreamed of. Indeed he had not beendreaming at all, but had been too alert andwide awake for sober reflection even.Now he lay down upon the warm sandto think it over, and the more he thoughtthe farther Miss Clinton and her wrongsseemed to recede, and the more clearlycould he see Maggie Mullion sitting quietlyat the helm looking out from under thebroad brim of her brown hat. It struckhim that her hat and hair and eyes wereall the same color, and he wondered whyhe should have noticed and rememberedthis if he was really as wholly devoted toMiss Clinton as he had supposed. Per-haps it was a needless misgiving: a manneed not be blind in order to be constant;he may be permitted to look at the starseven if he prefers the full moon; but thisapparently divided allegiance was a puzzleto him; he couldn’t make himself out, tohis own entire satisfaction and approval.

While he lay there on the beach he wasaroused by a furious trampling of steedsand a shout of warning to himself, mixedwith sharp commands to Dr. Mullion’sbays, who were scarcely less startled at see-ing a man in their path than was the man

at their sudden approach. They werequickly calmed, and with mutual “hollos”

one another.the two young men recognized and saluted

They had always been uponfrank, cousinly terms, and there was no ill-humor in their greetings.

“What do you mean,” said Ned, brush-ing the sand from his clothes, “by drivingpell-mell over prostrate heroes, like an oldRoman tyrant?”

“And what do you mean by blockadingthe king’s highway with your prodigiousbulk? Not exactly monstrum horrendum,but still quite a formidable barrier.”

“You are right about the king’s high-way. This magnificent beach is a royalroad, if there’s one to be found. Fortu-nately it is wide enough for tramps andchariots both. But where are you goingat such a furious rate?”

“Well, I was just breathing the horsesa little,” said Hugh, who was not quiteready to give full particulars as to his des-tination; but he could not avoid asking hiscousin to take the vacant seat beside him,which was promptly accepted, and thehorses proceeded at a more moderate speed.

After riding along in silence, Hughasked, “Why didn’t you come over to the‘Neck’ this afternoon with the rest of thefolks?”

“I did start with them, but my couragefailed, or rather I changed my mind, andit has been giving me no end of troubleever since. The fact is, I seem to havemore mind than usual to-day, and it doesn’twork well at all.of order.”

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“Needs cleaning perhaps; but youmustn’t let me carry you off while you arein an irresponsible condition. Were youtraveling in this direction?”

“Yes, I was; but my faith, or mycourage, or my legs, gave out, and I hadcome to a full stop when you attempted torun over me. To tell the truth I startedto call on a young lady.”

“And your courage failed! ‘Faint heart,etc.’ But perhaps the fault was in yourlegs. If so, I am just in time; the horsesare quite at your service, and if you don’tobject to telling me where you were goingI will drop you there with pleasure.”

“Not the least objection, I was intendingto call on Miss Agnes Clinton, and I sup-pose she is at Mr. Mullion’s cottage, or thetents near by,” said Ned; and as he spokehis cousin gave the horses a swift cut withthe whip, which started them off at such apace that for a few minutes his attentionwas wholly engrossed by them.

“I was going there myself,” he re-marked presently, somewhat out of breathfrom handling the horses.

“All the better!” exclaimed Ned. “Buthow under the canopy do you happen toknow Agnes Clinton?”

“I met her first out West. I happenedto be in St. Louis a few years ago, andhappened to get acquainted with her fa-ther.”

“But her father is dead.”“He wasn’t then, and after he died I

happened to see her again. She washaving some trouble, and I happened to beable to help her a little,—or she thoughtso,—and I have known more or less of herever since.”

“Well, if I may be permitted to ask,how does it ‘happen’ that you haven’t beenover to see her since she has been at GlenCove?”

Hugh’s reasons were not of the clearest:he had been busy; didn’t know exactlywhere they lived; it hadn’t happened right;and, as they drove slowly along, his cousinbegan to be impressed by his unusualmanner, and, heartily as he had taken upthe chivalrous part, he was too genuinelygood-hearted not to welcome anotherknight of the same temper as his own.He interpreted his cousin’s evident con-straint not as shrewdly as Aunt Marywould have done, but in a manner by nomeans discreditable either to his head orheart.

“On the whole,” said he, “I made apretty good hit when I lay down in the

way of your conquering chariot. I’mlifted to a higher level, have a better viewof the ocean and things in general. Myweary limbs are rested, and, thanks to yourgorgeous turnout, I shall appear beforethe fair lady in an uncommonly attractivesetting. I shall assume the patronizing rôleand bring you in as my long-lost cousin,and shall cover myself with glory and

Clinton to ride while I retire to my cell togratitude by suggesting that you take Miss

muse on the delights of self-renunciation;but you must promise to be back in anhour by the clock.”

It had seemed impossible to Hugh tomeet Miss Clinton for the first time in thepresence of his cousin; but after this good-natured proposal he could find no reason-able ground for opposing it.

“That will be all right for you,” said he;“but suppose Agnes,—suppose the younglady objects to taking the part you haveassigned her?”

“There is no danger of that. There isn’tone woman in a thousand who could resistsuch a pair of horses, to say nothing ofthe driver; still, if you insist, I won’t bestubborn. I’ll change parts with you. I’lldrive and you shall do the musing. To besure, I offered to take her out ‘on the briny’in my cat-boat an hour or two ago, andshe flatly refused; but, as I said before, Iam willing to put my trust in the horses.”

Fifteen minutes later Graham’s pro-gram had been accepted and adopted,Miss Clinton making no other objectionthan an unaffected expression of regret atleaving him alone. But he assured her thathe had left his boat for the sole purpose ofbringing Vernon around to exhibit his mag-nificent horses. “Of course you can’t seethem properly unless you ride after them;and you can be gone just an hour by mywatch.” Whereupon he went into thehouse and made himself agreeable to Mrs.Mullion.

The bays started in grand style, but werevery soon turned off into one of the quietuntrod roads and allowed to forget thatthey had a reputation to maintain eitherfor speed or elegance.

“I never knew how I came to Mr.Mullion’s house that night. I was too sickto see or know any one; but Dr. David toldme afterwards that you saw me and knewme. I remembered having been verytired and very cold. I think I must havefallen in the snow many times before Ireached the house. But the strangest thingwas that I should have gone to that partic-

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an out-door dining room.

the glancing sunbeams played withthe shadows that grew longer anddeeper as the sun swung slowly,but all too swiftly, around towardsthe western horizon. The horsesforgot their driver, and the driverforgot his horses; but in all theirlives neither Agnes nor Hughforgot, or wished to forget, thegolden hour of that summer after-noon.

It had just occurred to AuntMary that there was no one ableto put her safely on board the cat-boat, when the two young mencame dashing around the point.

ular house, not knowing whose it was, nor “I was afraid you might have somewho was in it. I think you must have trouble in getting out to the boat,” Hughdrawn me to you; then, when I came to explained, “so, after taking Miss Clintonmy senses, I began to feel that I had in for a short drive, I picked up Ned, andsome way disgraced myself, and that you brought him around to take charge of hiswould never wish to see me again. I sup- craft on the home trip.”pose there must be some good in me, after The moonlight was already shimmeringall, or Dr. David wouldn’t have taken somuch pains to give me a chance; but I

across the bay; the wind was freshening;

know there isn’t half nor a quarter as muchthe small boys were vociferous; Maggiewas radiant, and Mabel was sleepy; there

as there ought to be. Did you really think was much unnecessary splashing andI had gone to the bad?” he asked rue-fully.

screaming; but Aunt Mary was at last put

“O Hugh! How can you ask! I neversafely on board, and went home in a stateof serene satisfaction.

for a moment thought of you asan thing but honorable and manly.I have always believed in youwithout a doubt or misgiving,from the old St. Louis days till thisvery minute, and I always shall. Iknew you had a hard time, andwhen you never came to see me Iwas sure there was some goodreason.”

“But there wasn’t any goodreason,” said Hugh, “althoughthere were plenty of poor ones.In the first place, I was ashamedof myself for having made a failureof everything I had tried, and thenI was ashamed of—of havingbeen ashamed,” he added, laugh-ing at his own illogical conclusion.The still, shaded lane, throughwhich they were riding, was filledwith the pungent perfume of thepines; the wild roses gleamedamong the roadside verdure, and

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CHAPTER XII. — DRAINAGE AND DIVER-SIONS.

HE work at St.Davidsburg, asthe family calledthe new city,—the Doctor pre-ferred “AltonRock,”—pro-gressed rapidly.Knowing that afree use of waterin the separate

cottages, as well as at themain building, was essential,

and that bringing it in without careful pro-vision for its safe removal, that is, withoutadequate drainage, would be worse thanputting new wine into old bottles, the firstcare was to arrange an ample and system-atic plan for the disposal of sewage. Topour it into the sea would be to constructan intolerable nuisance, and establish animmediate source of danger; to carry it outin a tunnel under the bottom of the oceanwould be out of the question; sess-pools,which, in their best estate, are treacheroussources of danger, would be, in this com-pact community, and in the hot weather,skillfully devised death-traps, always baitedand ready to spring at any moment.Bucket removal, or chemical reduction anddecomposition would be also costly ex-pedients.

There was no question. as to whatshould be done with the surface water, therain-fall. It had found its way to theocean for a million years or more withoutmaking any trouble, and there was noreason why it should not continue to do so,if no artificial barriers were interposed.This water, coming direct from the sky,sweet and pure, could be nothing but ablessing to the earth’s surface. But thatwhich was taken inside the house andwhich was, in effect, a vehicle to carryaway all the impurities that are incident tooccupied human dwellings, cannot be care-lessly turned out of doors, and left towander at its own “sweet” will. Thereare degrees of iniquity and uncleannesseven in sewage, and it was decided to

the natural surface drainage. The watermake two separate systems in addition to

from the bath-tubs and wash-basins was tobe taken in small drain-pipes to the nearestnatural outlets, and the rest of the sewage—the drainage of the water-closets, thelaundry-tubs, and the sinks—was to be

carried directly to a close receiving-tank,to which it would run by its own gravity.From this it would be pumped, either bywindmills or by a small caloric or oilengine, to a large flush-tank, that wasplaced near a small meadow, where itwould be distributed perpetually by sub-surface irrigation.

“I don’t believe we shall have long towait,” said Dr. David, “for electricity orsome other agent to do all this work for us.At present I put my trust in portableengines and windmills. Miss Nanniemight not find much ‘true poetry’ in ourway of setting the winds of heaven topurify the earth; but I see not alone avisible beauty of verdure and bloom, ofgreen grass and clover, buttercups anddaisies, as the result of our contriving, butthere is a moral grandeur and poeticaljustice in turning, by simple, naturalmethod, these elements that seem to be sofearfully offensive and violently opposed toall that we consider sweet and lovely intogracious, saving, helpful forces. If wewere wise enough we should see that allessential strength and action, whether inthe material world or in human nature,only need to be rightly directed in order tobe beneficent. But I mustn’t stop tomoralize. Let me show you the plansthat came to-day.

“You have heard me mention some ofthe inconveniences and discomforts towhich ‘summer boarders’ submit withthe most abject humility, unless theyhappen to know that some one else hasreceived better treatment. They also beardeprivations and omissions without a mur-mur. I know there are many large andostentatious dining-rooms, and our visitorswill doubtless be satisfied if we follow thefashion; but there is no place where foodis so thoroughly enjoyable in warmweather as out of doors, no other so goodsauce for digestion as the open air.Witness the disappearance of the viandsfrom the overloaded tables at picnics.It may not be good policy for us, from theeconomic point of view, to develop vora-cious appetites in our guests, but we willavoid that way of looking at the subjectand do what we can to induce our—patrons, shall we call them, or subjects?—to take their meals at least once a day outof doors. It may diminish our profits atrifle, but our friends will be more sure topay their bills without grumbling andto come again next year.

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it, must of course, stand not very far fromthe central kitchen, so that the meals maybe served almost as easily as at the regularin-door tables. It would be right perhapsto make a slight extra charge for this; butwe will try the experiment at our ownexpense.”

“How about a skating-rink? Haveyou scruples concerning that diversion?”

“I have scruples against turning nightinto day except for the moat urgent

ing people constantly but vainly expendupon innocent amusements would beludicrous if they were not so pernicious.”

“Why pernicious?”“Because misdirected judgment defeats

its own intent; by lack of wise discrimina-tion all power for wholesome restraint islost. If half the zeal and moral firmnessthat have been applied to abolish some ofthe moat familiar and innocent of amuse-ments had been turned directly againsttheir excesses and hurtful accompaniments,the amusements would have afforded vastlymore pleasure, and the evils that seem toresult from them would have disappearedlong ago. I am amazed that the moralconstitution of man has been able to endure

the bowling-alley.

reasons, and against taking violent exer-cise of any sort in an overheated, impureatmosphere. I object strongly to makingthe accompaniments of our surroundingsof any form of exercise or amusement soattractive and exciting that the real valueof the exercise is forgotten. Then theharmless recreation becomes hurtful dissi-pation. Amusements that are largelysocial in their nature lend themselvesreadily to these fascinating surroundings,and are always liable to misuse. It wouldbe as absurd to taboo roller-skating becauseit has been abused as it would be to re-fuse to have our hair cut because somepeople mistake silliness in appearance forprettiness and wear ‘bangs.’

“If I could build a wooden floor thatwould bear exposure to sun and rain Iwould lay one out under the open sky,where, to the music of the surf, in thebroad sunlight and the tonic salt breezes,the young people—and the old ones too,if they chose—could whirl their lightfantastic heels to their hearts’ content. Insuch a ‘rink’ I would risk any demoral-izing results from indulging in this grace-ful amusement.

“The arguments, exhortations, entreaties,protests, and denunciations that well-mean-

the illogical methods of some of ourteachers. When I find a man with a sorefinger I don’t amputate his arm above hiselbow. I cure it, and teach him to takesuch care of his fingers that they will bemeans of pleasure and profit, not of painand peril. But here I am moralizingagain. Where did I leave off?”

“You were saying if you could builda floor that would stand against sun andra in ”—

“Oh, yes! but I can’t; so there must bea roof over it, but no more side walls thanthere are to a primeval forest or a toad-stool,—that is, when we build. This isamong the things that can wait for thedemand. I shall be somewhat disap-pointed if the inhabitants of ‘Alton Rock’feel much inclination for such laboriousdiversions, still there must be a chance forexercise in rainy weather; and here is alittle sketch of a bowling-alley that mayserve as the beginning of a gymnasium.”

“And what is this,—a military fort?”“Oh, no! Quite the contrary, although

it may prove our stronghold in time ofdrought. It is the savings-bank for thewindmills. If we could be sure that thewinds would always respond promptly toour demand for water, this primitive piece

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of masonry might not be necessary; but intime of wind prepare for calm must beour motto. This rough wall will hold ahuge basin of water, poised on the highestplateau of Barton’s Neck, from which wecan draw our supply at will, When thisragged reservoir is half hidden by vinesand hardy shrubs it will be as poeticaland picturesque as the windmills, as digni-fied as if it were a military instead of asanitary structure.

little chance. of success in any real-estateenterprise if it were necessary to secureimmediate returns on the investment.

“Oh, here we come upon our first in-timation of coming greatness! Not that thisis positive grandeur, but it is several stepsin that direction, beyond anything we haveseen among our plans. It is a ‘QueenAnne’ in whom there is no guile. Thewindows are all where they will do themost good; they open and shut in the waywhich long experience has shown to bethe most satisfactory way of opening andshutting windows; the doors will admitan upright man of reasonable stature, andhe can stand erect in all of the rooms, evennext the outside walls; the roof is largeenough to cover the frame in a modest andsheltering manner, and there is not morewaste room lying around under inaccessibleeaves than in all the rest of the house. Thematerials employed are such as are appro-priate for house-building, and they are notput to base and contrary purposes. Com-mon sense and common convenience havenot been ruthlessly sacrificed to a passingfashion, and as a matter of fact it isn’tQueen Anne at all.

“This house has at least one good quality,It contains ait is not less than it seems.

drawing-room twenty feet by thirty-six;a library twenty by eighteen; a parlorfifteen feet square; a dining-room eighteenby twenty-five feet; kitchen, servants’ hall,large staircase-hall, pantries, fuel and icerooms on the first floor, and eight largechambers, with lots of dressing-rooms, bath-rooms, closets and things in the second.What there may be in the third story willdepend upon the needs of the family.And yet, with all this room, the house asseen from without does not appear to be alarge one.

CHAPTER XIII .—CONCLUSION.

“Of course we cannot afford to riskbuilding houses even of this moderately ex-

It was the evening before Thanksgiving,and Mr. Mullion was sitting in his samefavorite chair before a kindling fire ofhickory. There had been the breath ofsnow in the air all day, and as the dark-ness slowly gathered the snowy flakes be-gan to fall, at first fine and almost invisible,but gradually growing larger and whiteras the wind steadily rose and the thermom-eter as steadily fell. It was a night afterDr. David’s own heart, and his brotherreckoned confidently upon seeing him be-fore the close of the evening. He was notdisappointed, for the evening had scarcelybegun before the familiar step was heardat the door.

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pensive style until our city has passed be- she followed her father into the room.yond the experimental stage; but the man “And where are the boys?”who sends these plans agrees to lease the “At home,” said the Doctor, “trying tohouse for a sufficient length of time to vir- keep warm. Boys haven’t half the couragetually guarantee us against other loss than of girls.”the use of the money for a few years. That “Oh, I know why she came to-night!”risk I am willing to take; there would be put in Bob, strongly inclined, from his

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own limited experience, to contradict hisuncle’s sweeping assertion. “She knewNed Graham was coming with Hugh tospend Thanksgiving.”

“And wasn’t that an excellent reason,my sweet little cousin?” said Maggie, quiteunabashed. “Wouldn’t you go as far inthe snow to see your beloved Hugh?”

“Course I would, to see Hugh, threetimes as far. I aint afraid of snow; boysnever be,—not when they are little,” headded.

“I think you will find the girls upstairswith Aunt Mary and Agnes,” said Mr.Mullion. “Frank I can’t answer for,but imagine he has gone to the train tomeet Hugh and Ned; there’s the whistlenow.”

Half an hour later there was a widesemi-circle gathered around the fire to hearthe last report from the manager of St.Davidsburg.

“Three cottages are finished, all readyfor furnishing,” said he, “and three moreare closed till spring. The old barn hasemerged from the chrysalis state in which

‘catering to popular taste’ could makeit. Besides it will cost so much less, thatis in money. Quiet harmony and sympa-thetic fitness are far more satisfactory tothoughtful, intelligent people than merelavish expenditure, which can be foundeverywhere, and only cares to attract atten-tion and provoke comment.”

“But do you realize what a large under-taking you have assumed? The faithfulapplication of thought, study, sympathy.to the furnishing of ‘Alton Rock,’ not tomention the cottages, will require muchtime and strength. Maggie has a gift inthis direction: can’t you make room forher on your board of managers?”

“That is just what I have been thinking,”said Ned Graham, to the worthy Doctor’samazement. “You know I haven’t anythingon my hands, and it is time I had, so, ifMaggie is willing, and you make no objec-tion, I propose to apply for the position offirst assistant.”

it has lain for so many years, and makes aperfect butterfly of a summer-house. Thereservoir is finished and half full of water.‘Alton Rock’—‘The Rock’ we call itfor short,—is fortified for a winter cam-

have left workmen enough to finish the in-paign. It is closed and warmed, and we

terior by the time the furniture is ready tobe put in and that,” said Hugh, turning toAgnes, “is to be our winter’s recreation, orrather yours. I’m as helpless as an infant inall departments of the interior, and shallleave it wholly in your hands. But I wantyou should select and arrange the furniturejust as you would if it were to be yourown ‘truly’ house. This will make it athousand times more charming than if itis treated like a ‘public’ house.”

“I have already chosen my first,” saidHugh.

“Well, second.”“Why not third?” said Maggie.“All right. I won’t stand upon the

order. All I want is to help Hugh, andhave Maggie help me; that is, I wantMaggie to help Agnes and let me helpher. I have already chosen the cottage Iwant for my own use, and Maggie has

If we can assist in the larger work, wepromised to select the furniture for that.

shall like it immensely,—I mean, of course,with your approval.”

“A cap i t a l i dea ! ” s a id Dr . Dav idbefore Miss Clinton could make any reply.“A capital idea, if you can carry it out.Don’t try to imagine what will suit otherpeople, but make the selections for furni-ture just as if each room were for yourself.The house will be infinitely more home-like and attractive than any amount of

“I am not sure but this ought to bereferred to the committee,” said theDoctor, after a moment’s deliberation. “Itcomes upon me unexpectedly, and I hardlyfeel equal to deciding the question withouttaking counsel of some sort.”

“There is no sense in trying to settlematters that have already settled them-selves ,” observed Aunt Mary. “As amember of the original committee I claiman honorable discharge. The work weset out to do has been accomplished, andsomething more: let us keep still and bethankful.

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