"Good-bye，Norah，"saidshe。
　　IsawNorahturnandrunupamongthetrees，almostasswiftlyandsilentlyasahare。Once，sheturnedtolookback。Iwaswatching，andcaughtthechancetowavemyhandtoher。
　　"Come！"commandedmother，andwewentbacktowherefatherwassit-
　　ting。
　　"Whatdoyouthink！"saidmother。
　　"IfoundthechildplayingwithoneoftheBadMadigans。Isn’tsheasight！"
　　Thelumpinmythroatswelledtoaterriblesize；somethingbuzzedinmyears，andIheardsomeoneweeping。
　　ForasecondortwoIdidn’trealisethatitwasmyself。
　　"Well，nevermind，dear，"saidmother’svoicesoothingly。"Thefrockwillwash，andthetearwillmend，andtheshoeswillblack。Yes，andthescratcheswillheal。"
　　"Itisn’tthat，"Isobbed。"Oh，oh，itisn’tthat！"
　　"Whatisit，then，forgoodnesssake？"askedmother。
　　ButIwouldnottell。Icouldnottell。HowcouldIsaythatthedaughteroftheBadMadiganswasthefirstrealandsatisfyingplaymateIhadeverhad？
　　IV
　　FAME
　　ASIremembertheboysandgirlswhogrewupwithme，Ithinkofthemasartists，oractors，ortravellers，orrichmerchants。Eachofus，bythetimewewerehalfthroughgrammarschool，hadselectedacareer。SofarasIrecollect，thiscareerhadverylit-
　　tletodowithourabilities。Wemerelychosesomethingthatsuitedus。Ourenergyandourvanitycrystallisedintoparticularshapes。TherewasasortofreligionabroadintheWestatthattimethatapersoncoulddoalmostanythinghesetouttodo。Theolderpeople，aswellasthechildren，hadanideathattheworldwastheirs——theyallwereMonteCristosinthatrespect。
　　Asforme，Ihaddecidedtobeanorator。
　　Atthetimeofmakingthisdecision，Iwasnineyearsofage，decidedlythinandlongdrawnout，withtwobrownbraidsdownmyback，andaterrificshynesswhichIoccasionallyovercamewithsuchamagnificentsplurgethatthosewhowerenotacquaintedwithmypeculiaritiesprobablythoughtmeashamefullyassertivechild。
　　Ibasedmyoratoricalaspirationsuponmyhavingtakentheprizeanum-
　　beroftimesinSunday-schoolforlearn-
　　ingthemostNewTestamentverses，anduponthefactthatIalwayscouldmakemyselfheardtothefarthestcor-
　　neroftheroom。IalsofeltthatIhadagreatmessagetodelivertotheworldwhenIgotaroundit，thoughinthis，I
　　wasinnowaydifferentfromseveralofmyfriends。Ihadnoticedanumberofthingsintheworldthatwerenotquiteright，andwhichIthoughtneededattention，andIbelievedthatifIwerequitegoodandstudiedelocution，inalittlewhileIshouldbeabletosetmypartoftheworldright，andperhapsevenextendmyinfluencetoadjoiningdistricts。
　　MeantimeIpractisedterriblevocalexercises，chieflyconsistingofarau-
　　cous"caw"somethinglikeacrow’sfavouriteremark，andadvocatedbymyteacherinelocutionfornoreasonthatIcannowremember；andIstoodbe-
　　foretheglassforhoursatatimemak-
　　inggrimacessoastoacquirethe"ac-
　　tor’sface，"tillmyfrightenedlittlesis-
　　tersimploredmetoturnbackintomy-
　　selfagain。
　　ItwasagreatdayformewhenI
　　wasaskedtoparticipateintheHarvestHomeFestivalatourchurchonThanksgivingDay。Ilookeduponitasthebeginningofmycareer，andboughtcrimpingpaperssothatmyhaircouldbeproperlyfluted。Ofcourse，Iwantedanewdressfortheoccasion，andI
　　spentseveraldaysinplanningthekindofaoneIthoughtbestsuitedtosuchamemorableevent。IevenpickedouttheparticularlacepatternIwantedfortheruffles。ThiswasbeforeIsubmittedthepropositiontoMother，however。WhenItoldheraboutitshesaidshecouldseenouseingettinganewdressandgoingtoallthetroubleofmakingitwhenmywhiteonewiththegreenharpswasperfectlygood。
　　Thiswassuchanunusualdressandhadgonethroughsomanyvicissitudes，thatIreallywasdevotedlyattachedtoit。Ithad，inthebeginning，belongedtomyAuntBess，andinthedaysofitsfirstgloryhadbeenasheerIrishlinenlawn，withtinygreenharpsonitatagreeableintervals。Butinthecourseoftime，ithadtobesenttothewash-tub，andthen，behold，allthelit-
　　tlelovelyharpsfollowedtheexampleoftheharpthat"oncethroughTara’shallthesoulofmusicshed，"anddis-
　　appeared！Onlyvague，dirty，yellowremindersoftheirbeautyremained，nottodecorate，buttodisfigurethefinefabric。
　　AuntBess，naturallyenough，feltir-
　　ritated，andshegavethegoodstomother，sayingthatshemightbeabletoboiltheyellowstainsoutofitandmakemeadress。Ihadgoneaboutmanyatime，likeloveamidtheruins，inthefragmentsofAuntBess’ssplen-
　　dour，andIwasnothappyinthethoughtofdanglingthesedimmedre-
　　mindersofIreland’spastaroundwithme。ButmothersaidshethoughtI’dhaveareallytrulywhiteSundaybestdressoutofitbythetimeshewasthroughwithit。Soshepreparedastrongsolutionofsodiumandthings，andboiledthebreadths，andeverylittlegreenharpcamedancingbackasifawaitingthehandofanewDublinpoet。
　　Thegreenofthemwasevenmorecharmingthanithadbeenatfirst，andI，ashappyasifIhadacquiredthegoldenharpforwhichIthenvaguelylonged，wenttoSunday-schoolallthatsummerinthismiraculousdressofnow-you-see-them-and-now-you-don’t，andbecamesousedtobeingaskedifI
　　wereIrishthatmyheartexultedwhenIfoundthatImight——fractionally——
　　claimtobe，andthatoneoftheFenianmartyrshadbeenanancestor。Forayear，even，afterthatdiscoveryoftheFenianmartyr，ancestorswereafa-
　　voritestudyofmine。
　　Well，thoughthedressbecamesome-
　　thingmorethanfamiliartotheeyesofmyassociates，IwassoattachedtoitthatIfeltnoobjectiontowearingitonthegreatoccasion；and，thatbe-
　　ingsettled，allthatremainedwastoselectthepiecewhichwastorevealmytalentstoahithertounappreciative——
　　or，perhapsIshouldsay，unsuspecting——groupoffriendsandrelatives。ItseemedtomethatIknewbetterthanmyteacher（whohadagreedtoselectthepiecesforherpupils）possiblycouldwhatsortofathingbestrepre-
　　sentedmytalents，andso，aftersomethought，Iselected"AntonyandCleo-
　　patra，"andasIlaggedalongthetoo-
　　familiarroadtoschool，avoidingthecompanionshipofmyacquaintances，I
　　repeated：
　　Iamdying，Egypt，dying！
　　Ebbsthecrimsonlife-tidefast，AndthedarkPlutonianshadowsGatherontheeveningblast。
　　SometimesIgrewsoimpassioned，soheedlessofallsavemymimicsorrowandtheswingofthepurplelines，thatIcouldnotbringmyselftomodifymyvoice，andthepassers-byheardmyshrilltonesvibratingwith：
　　Asforthee，star-eyedEgyptian！
　　GlorioussorceressoftheNile！
　　LightthepathtoStygianhorrorsWiththesplendourofthysmile。
　　Iwipeddishestotherhythmofsuchphrasesas"scarredandveteranle-
　　gions，"andlacedmyshoestothemusicof"Thoughnoglitteringguardssur-
　　roundme。"
　　Confidentthatnoonecouldfailtoseethebeautyoftheselines，orthepro-
　　prietyoftheidentificationofmyselfwithAntony，IcalleduponmySunday-
　　schoolteacher，MissGoss，toreport。I
　　neverhadthoughtofMissGossasablithespirit。Shewasassociatedinmymindwithnumeroussolemnoccasions，andIwassurprisedtofindthatonthisdaysheunexpectedlydevelopedatraitofbreakingintonervouslaughter。I
　　hadgotasfaras"Shouldthebaseple-
　　beianrabble——"whenMissGossbrokedowninwhatIcouldnotbutregardasafitofgiggles，andIceasedabruptly。
　　Shepulledherselftogetherafteramomentortwo，andsaidifIwouldfol-
　　lowhertothelibraryshethoughtshecouldfindsomething——hereshehesi-
　　tated，toconcludewith，"morewithintheunderstandingoftheotherchil-
　　dren。"Isawthatshethoughtmyfeel-
　　ingswerehurt，andasIpassedamir-
　　rorIfearedshehadsomereasontothinkso。Myfacewasuncommonlyflushed，andalookofindignationhadcrept，somehow，evenintomybraids，which，havingbeenplaitedtootightly，stuckoutincrooksandkinksfromthesideofmyhead。Incidentally，IwashorrifiedtonoticehowthinIwas——
　　thin，evenforadyingAntony——andmyfrockwassooutgrownthatithardlycoveredmyknees。"Ridiculous！"I
　　saidundermybreath，asIconfrontedthismiserablefigure——soshamefullyin-
　　significantforthevicariousemotionswhichithadbeenhousing。"Ridicu-
　　lous！"
　　IhatedMissGoss，andmusthaveshownitinmystonystare，forsheputherarmaroundmeandsaiditwasapityIhadbeentoallthetroubletolearnapoemwhichwas——well，atrifletoo——tooold——butthatshehopedtofindsomethingequally"pretty"formetospeak。AttheuseofthatadjectiveinconnectionwithWilliamLytle’slines，I
　　wrenchedawayfromhergraspandstoodinwhatIwaspleasedtothinkahaughtycalm，awaitingherdirections。
　　Shetookfromtheshelvesalittlevol-
　　umeofWhittier，boundincalf，hand-
　　lingitastenderlyasifitwereaprice-
　　lesspossession。Somepressedvioletsdroppedoutassheopenedit，andshereplacedthemwithdevotionalfingers。
　　Aftersometimeshedecideduponalyriclamententitled"Eva。"Iwasaskedtorunovertheverses，andfoundthemremarkablyeasytolearn；fatallyimpossibletoforget。Ipresentlyaroseandwithanimpishbetrayalofthepov-
　　ertyofrhymeandtheplethoraofsen-
　　timent，repeatedthethingrelentlessly。
　　Oforfaithlikethine，sweetEva，Lightingallthesolemnreevah[river]，Andtheblessingsofthepoor，Waftingtotheheavenlyshoor[shore]。
　　"Idothink，"saidMissGossgently，"thatifyoutried，mychild，youmightmanagetherhymesjustalittlebetter。"
　　"Butifyou’reborninMichigan，"I
　　protested，"howcanyoupossiblymake’Eva’rhymewith’never’and’be-
　　liever’？"
　　"Perhapsitisalittlehard，"MissGossagreed，andstillclingingtoherWhittier，sheexhumed"ThePump-
　　kin，"whichshethoughtpreciselyfittedforourHarvestHomefestival。Thiswasquiteanotherthingfrom"Eva，"
　　andIsawthatonlyhoursofstudywouldfixitinmymind。Iwenttomyhome，therefore，with"ThePumpkin"
　　delicatelytranscribedinMissGoss’srunninghand，andItriedtogetsomecomfortfromtheforeignallusionsglit-
　　teringthroughWhittier’skindlyverse。
　　AsthedayswentbyIcametohaveacertainfondnessforthosehomelylines：
　　O——fruitlovedofboyhood！——theolddaysre-
　　calling，Whenwoodgrapeswerepurplingandbrownnutswerefalling！
　　Whenwild，uglyfaceswecarvedintheskin，Glaringoutthroughthedarkwithacandlewithin！
　　Whenwelaughedroundthecorn-heap，withheartsallintune，Ourchairabroadpumpkin——ourlanternthemoon，TellingtalesofthefairywhotravelledlikesteamInapumpkin-shellcoach，withtworatsforherteam！
　　Onallsidesthispoemwasconsideredveryfitting，andIwenttothefestivalwiththatcomfortablefeelingonehaswhenoneismovingwiththemajorityandiswearingone’sbestclothes。
　　Isatrigidwithexpectancywhilemyschoolmatesspoketheir"pieces"andsangtheirsongs。Withfrozenfacestheyfacedeachotherindialogues，losttheirquaveringvoices，andstumbleddownthestairsintheiranguishofspirit。Ipitiedthem，andthoughthowluckyitwasthatmymemoryneverfailedme，andthatmyvoicecarriedsowellthatIcouldarouseevenoldElderWaitefromhisslumbers。
　　Thenmyturncame。Mycrimpswerebeautiful；thegreenharpsdancedonmyfreshly-ironedfrock，andIhadonmynewchainandlocket。Irelieduponasortofmechanisminmetosay：
　　Ogreenlyandfairinthelandsofthesun，Thevinesofthegourdandtherichmelonrun。
　　InthisseemlymannerWhittier’sodetothepumpkinbegan。ImeanttogoontoverseswhichIknewwouldde-
　　lightmyaudience——toreferencestothe"crook-necks"ripeningundertheSep-
　　tembersun；andtoThanksgivinggath-
　　eringsatwhichallsmiledatthereun-
　　ionoffriendsandthebountyoftheboard。
　　Whatmoistensthelipandbrightenstheeye！
　　Whatcallsbackthepastliketherichpumpkinpie！
　　Iwassuretheselineswouldmeetwithapproval，andhaving"comedowntothepopulartaste，"Iwaspreparedtodomybesttoplease。
　　Afterafewseconds，whenthegoldenpumpkinsthatlinedthestagehadceasedtodancebeforemyeyes，I
　　thoughtIoughttobeginto"getholdofmyaudience。"Ofcourse，mymem-
　　orywouldbegivingmetherightwords，andmyfaciletonguerunningalongre-
　　liably，butIwishedtodemonstratethat"ability"whichwastobringmefa-
　　vourandfame。Ilistenedtomyownwordsandwasshiveredintosilence。I
　　wastalkingabout"darkPlutonianshadows"；Iwasbegging"Egypt"toletherarmsenfoldme——Iwas，indeed，intheverythickoftheforbiddenpoem。
　　Icouldhearmythin，aspiringvoicereachingoutoverthatparalysedaudi-
　　encewith：
　　ThoughmyscarredandveteranlegionsBeartheireagleshighnomore；
　　AndmywreckedandscatteredgalleysStrewdarkActium’sfatalshore。
　　Mytongueseemedfrozen，orsomekindofaratchetatthebaseofithadgotoutoforder。Foramoment——amomentcanbethelittlesisterofeter-
　　nity——Icouldsaynothing。ThenI
　　foundmyselfintheclutchesofthein-
　　stinctforself-preservation。Ifeltitinmetostopthegigglesofthegirlsonthefrontseat；totakethepatronisingsmilesoutofthetoleranteyesofthegrownpeople。Maybemyvoicelostsomethingofitspipinginsistenceandwastouchedwithgenuinefeeling；per-
　　hapssomefaint，faintsparkofthedi-
　　vinefirewhichIlongedtofanintoaflamedidflickerinmeforthatonetime。
　　Ihadtheindescribablehappinessofseeingthesmilesdieonthefacesofmyelders，andofhearingthegigglesofmyfriendscease。
　　IwenttomyseatamidwhatIwaspleasedtoconsider"thundersofap-
　　plause，"andbywayofacknowledg-
　　ment，Ispoke，withchastenedpropri-
　　ety，Whittier’sodetothepumpkin。
　　IcannotrememberwhetherornotI
　　wasscolded。I’mafraid，afterward，somepeoplestilllaughed。Asforme，oddlyenough，myoratoricalaspira-
　　tionsdied。Idecidedtherewereothercareersbetterfittedtooneofmyphysique。SoIhadtogotothetroubleoffindinganothercareer；butjustwhatitwasIhaveforgotten。
　　V
　　REMORSE
　　ITisextraordinary，whenyoucometothinkofit，howveryfewdays，outofallthethousandsthathavepassed，lifttheirheadsfromthegreyplainoftheforgotten——likebowldersinalevelstretchofcountry。Itisnotalonetheunimportantonesthatarefor-
　　gotten；but，accordingtoone’selders，manyimportantoneshaveleftnomarkinthememory。Itseemstome，asI
　　thinkitover，thatitwasthedaysthataffectedtheemotionsthatdwellwithme，andIsupposeallofusmustbethesameinthisrespect。
　　AmongthosewhichIamnevertoforgetisthedaywhenAuntCordeliacametovisitus——mymother’saunt，shewas——andwhenIdiscoveredevil，andtriedtounderstandwhattheuseofitwas。
　　Great-auntCordeliawas，asIoftenandoftenhadbeentold，notonlymuchtravelled，richandhandsome，butgoodalso。Shewas，indeed，animportantpersonageinherowncity，anditseemedtoberegardedasanevidenceofunusualfamilyfealtythatsheshouldgoabout，nowandthen，brieflyvisitingallofherkinfolktoseehowtheyfaredintheworld。Ioughttohavelookedforwardtomeetingher，butthis，forsomeperversereason，Ididnotdo。IwishedImightrunawayandhidesomewheretillhervisitwasover。Itannoyedmetohavetocleanuptheplay-roomonheraccount，andtohelppolishthesilver，andtocomboutthefringeoftheteanapkins。I
　　likedtohelpinthesetasksordinarily，buttodoitforthepurposeofcominguptoavisiting——andprobably，acon-
　　descending——goddess，somehowmademecross。
　　Amongotherhardships，IhadtotakecareofmylittlesisterJulieallday。I
　　lovedJulie。Shehadsoftgolden-
　　browncurlsfuzzingaroundonherhead，andmischievousbrowneyes——
　　warm，extra-humaneyes。Therewasaplaceinthebackofherneck，justbelowthepointofhercurls，whichitwasaprivilegetokiss；andthoughshecouldnotyettalk，shehadathroaty，beauti-
　　fullittleexclamation，whichcannotbespelledanymorethanabirdnote，withwhichshegreetedallthethingssheliked——aflower，oratoy，ormother。
　　ButlovingJulieasshesatinmother’slap，andhavingtocareforherallofashiningSaturday，weretwoquitedif-
　　ferentthings。AsthehoursworealongIbecameboredwithlookingatthegoldencurlsofmybabysister；Ihadnoinclinationtokissthe"honey-spot"
　　inthebackofherneck；andwhenshefrettedfromheatandteethingandmyperfunctorycare，Igrewangry。
　　Iknewmotherwasbusymakingcus-
　　tardsandcakesforAuntCordelia，andIlongedtobeinwatchingthesepleas-
　　ingoperations。Ithought——butwhatdoesitmatterwhatIthought？Iwasbad！IwassobadthatIwasgladI
　　wasbad。Perhapsitwasnerves。May-
　　beIreallyhadtakencareofthebabytoolong。Buthoweverthatmaybe，forthefirsttimeinmylifeIenjoyedtheconsciousnessofhavingabaddisposi-
　　tion——orperhapsIoughttosaythatI
　　feltafiendishsatisfactioninthediscov-
　　erythatIhadone。
　　Alonginthemiddleoftheafternoonthreeofthegirlsintheneighbourhoodcameovertoplay。Theyhadtheirdolls，andtheywantedto"keephouse"
　　inthe"newpart"ofourhome。Wewerelivinginaroomyandcomfortable"addition，"whichhad，oddlyenough，beenbuiltbeforethebuildingtowhichitwasfinallytoserveasanannex。Thatistosay，ithadbeentheadditionbe-
　　foretherewasanythingtoadditto。
　　Bythistime，however，thenewhousewasgettingatrifleold，asitwaitedforthecompletionofitsratherdispropor-
　　tionatesplendours；splendourswhichrepresentedtheambitionsratherthantheachievementsofthefamily。Ittow-
　　ered，large，square，imposing，withhintsofM。Mansard’sgrandiosearchitectu-
　　ralideasinitsstyle，intheverycentreofavillageblockofland。Fromthefirst，itexercisedasortof"IdreamtI
　　dweltinmarblehalls"effectuponme，andinavagueway，atthebackofmymind，floatedtheideathatwhenwepassedfromourmodesthomeintothiscommandingedifice，well-trainedservantsmysteriouslywouldappear，beautifulgownswouldbefoundawait-
　　ingmyuseintheclosets，andfatherandmotherwouldbeabletotaketheirease，somethingafterthefashionofthe"landedgentry"ofwhomIhadreadinScotchandEnglishbooks。Theceil-
　　ingsofthenewhouseweresohigh，thesweepofthestairssodramatic，thesizeofthedrawing-roomssocopious，thatperhapsIhardlywastobeblamedforexpectingatransformationscene。
　　Butuntilthisnewlifewasrealised，theclean，bareroomsmadethebestofallpossibleplay-rooms，andwiththelightstreaminginthroughthetrees，andfalling，delicatelytingedwithgreen，uponthenewfloors，andwiththescentofthenewwoodallabout，itwasaplaceofindefinableenchantment。
　　IwasallowedtoplaythereallIpleased——exceptwhenIhadJulie。Therewereunguardedwindowsandyawningstair-
　　holes，andnostepsasyetleadingfromthegroundtothegreatopeningwherethecarvedfrontdoorwassometimetobe。Instead，therewereplanks，in-
　　clinedatasteepangle，beneathwhichlaythestonesofwhichthefoundationtotheporchweretobemade。Jaggedpiecesofyetunhewnsandstonetheywere，withcrueledges。
　　Butto-daywhenthegirlssaid，"Oh，come！"mynewlydiscoveredbadnessechoedtheirwords。Iwantedtogowiththem。SoIwent。
　　OutofthecornerofmyeyeIcouldseefatherinthedistance，butI
　　wouldn’tlookathimforfearhewouldbemagnetisedintoturningmyway。
　　Thegirlshadgoneup，andIfollowed，withJulieinmyarms。DidIhearfathercalltometostop？HealwayssaidIdid，butIthinkhewasmistaken。
　　PerhapsImerelydidn’twishtohearhim。Anyway，Iwenton，balancingmyselfasbestIcould。Theothergirlshadreachedthetop，andturnedtolookatus，andIknewtheywereafraid。I
　　thinktheywouldhaveheldouttheirhandstohelpme，butIhadbotharmsclaspedaboutJulie。SoIstaggeredon，gotalmosttothetop，thenseemedsub-
　　mergedbeneathawaveoffears——mineandthoseofthegirls——andfell！AsIwent，IcurledlikeasquirrelaroundJulie，andwhenIstruck，shewasstillinmygraspandontopofme。Butsherolledoutofmyrelaxingclutchafterthat，andwhenfatherandmothercamerunning，shewaslyingonthestones。
　　Theythoughtshehadfallenthatway，andasthebreathhadbeenfairlyknockedoutofherlittlebody，sothatshewasnotcrying，theyweremorefrightenedthanever，andranwithhertothehouse，wildwithapprehension。
　　Asforme，Igotupsomehowandfol-
　　owed。Idecidednoboneswerebroken，butIwasdizzyandfaint，andachingfrombruises。Isawmylittlefriendsrunningdowntheplankandmakingoffalongthepoplardrive，white-facedandpanting。IknewtheythoughtJuliewasdeadandthatI’dbehung。Ihadthesameidea。
　　Whenwegottothesitting-roomI
　　hadastrangefeelingofneverhavingseenitbefore。Thetallstove，thegreenandoakingraincarpet，thegreenrepchairs，thewhat-notwithitsshells，thesteelengravingsonthewalls，seemedabsolutelystrange。Isatdownandcountedthediamond-shapedfiguresontheoilclothinfrontofthestove；
　　andafteralongtimeIheardJuliecry，andmothersaywithimmeasurablere-
　　lief：
　　"Asidefromashakingup，Idon’tbelieveshe’sabittheworse。"
　　ThensomeonebroughtmeacupfulofcoldwaterandaskedmeifIwashurt。Ishookmyheadandwouldnotspeak。Ithenheard，insimpleandem-
　　phaticAnglo-Saxontheopinionsofmyfatherandmotheraboutagirlwhowouldputherlittlesister’slifeindan-
　　ger，andwoulddisobeyherparents。
　　AndafterthatIwasputinmymoth-
　　er’sbedroomtopasstherestoftheday，andwastoldIneedn’texpecttocometothetablewiththeothers。
　　Iacceptedmyfatestoically，andbe-
　　ingpermittedtocarrymyownchairintotheroom，Iputitbythewesternwindow，whichlookedacrosstwomilesofmeadowswavinginbuckwheat，incloverandgrass，andsatthereinacu-
　　rioustorporofspirit。Iwasgladtobealone，forIhaddiscoveredanewidea——theideaofsin。IwishedtobelefttomyselftillIcouldthinkoutwhatitmeant。IbelievedIcoulddothatbynight，and，afterIhadgottotherootofthematter，Icouldcastthewholeuglythingoutofmysoulandbegoodalltherestofmylife。
　　Therewasalargeupholsteredchairstandinginfrontofme，andIputmyheaddownontheseatofthatandthoughtandthought。MythoughtsreachedsofarthatIgrewfrightened，andIwasrelievedwhenIfeltthelittlesoftgreyveilsdrawingaboutmewhichIknewmeantsleep。ItseemedtomethatIreallyoughttoweep——thatthecircumstancesweresuchthatIshouldweep。Butsleepwassweeterthantears，andnotonlythepaininmymindbutthejarandbruiseofmybodyseemedtodemandthatoblivion。SoI
　　gavewaytotheimpulse，andthegreyveilswrappedaroundandaroundmeasaspider’swebenwrapsafly。AndforhoursIknewnothing。
　　WhenIawokeitwasthecloseofday。
　　Longtendershadowslayacrossthefields，theskyhadthatwonderfulclear-
　　nessandkindnesswhichislikeahu-
　　maneye，andthesoftwindpuffinginatthewindowwassweetwithfieldfragrance。Aglassofmilkandaplatewithtwoslicesofbreadlayonthewin-
　　dowsillbyme，asifsomeonehadplacedthemtherefromtheoutside。I
　　couldhearbirdssettlingdownforthenight，andcheepingdrowsilytoeachother。Mycatcameonthesceneand，seeingme，lookedatmewithserious，expandingeyes，twitchedherwhiskerscynically，andpassedon。PresentlyI
　　heardthevoicesofmyfamily。Theywerere-enteringthesitting-room。Sup-
　　perwasover——supper，withitscoldmeatsandshiningjellies，its"floatingisland"anditsfigcake。Icouldhearavoicethatwasnewtome。Itwasdeeperthanmymother’s，anditsac-
　　centwasdifferent。Itwasthesortofavoicethatmadeyoufeelthatitsownerhadtalkedwithmanydifferentkindsofpeople，andhadcontrivedtoholdherownwithallofthem。IknewitbelongedtoAuntCordelia。AndnowthatIwasnottoseeher，Ifeltmycuri-
　　osityarisinginme。Iwantedtolookather，andstillmoreIwishedtoaskheraboutgoodness。Shewasrichandgood！Wasonetheresultoftheother？
　　Andwhichcamefirst？Idimlyper-
　　ceivedthatiftherehadbeenmoremoneyinourhousetherewouldhavebeenmorehelp，andIwouldnothavebeenledintotemptation——babywouldnothavebeenlefttoolonguponmyhands。However，afterafewmomentsofself-pity，Irejectedthisthought。I
　　knewIreallywastoblame，anditoc-
　　curredtomethatIwouldaddtomyfaultsifItriedtoputtheblameonany-
　　bodyelse。
　　Nowthatthefirstshockwasoverandthatmysleephadrefreshedme，Ibe-
　　gantoseewhatterriblesorrowhadbeenmineifthefallhadreallyinjuredJulie；andasuddenthoughtshookme。
　　Shemight，afterall，havebeenhurtinsomewaythatwouldshowitselflateron。Iyearnedtolookuponher，toseeifallhersweetnessandsoftnesswasin-
　　tact。ItseemedtomethatifIcouldnotseehertherisinggriefinmewouldbreak，andIwouldsobaloud。Ididn’twanttodothat。Ihadnonotiontocallanyattentiontomyselfwhatever，butseethebabyImust。So，softly，andlikeathief，Iopenedthedoorcom-
　　municatingwiththelittledressing-
　　roominwhichJulie’scradlestood。Thecurtainhadbeendrawnanditwasal-
　　mostdark，butIfoundmywaytoJulie’sbassinet。Icouldnotquiteseeher，butthedelicateodourofherbreathcameuptome，andIfoundherlittlehandandslippedmyfingerinit。
　　Itwasgrippedinababypressure，andIstoodthereenraptured，feelingasifaflowerhadcaressedme。Iwasthrilledthroughandthroughwithhap-
　　piness，andwithloveforthislittlecrea-
　　ture，whommyselfishnessmighthavedestroyed。TherewasnothinginwhathadhappenedduringthismomentortwowhenIstoodbyhersidetoassuremethatallwaswellwithher；butIdidsobelieve，andIsaidoverandover：
　　"Thankyou，God！Thankyou，God！"
　　Andnowmytearsbegantoflow。
　　Theycameinastorm——astormIcouldnotcontrol，andIfledbacktomother’sroom，andstoodtherebeforethewestwindowweepingasIneverhadweptbefore。
　　Thequietlovelinessoftheclosingdayhadpassedintothesplendouroftheafterglow。Mightywingsasofbrightangels，pinkandshiningwhite，reachedupoverthesky。Thevaultwaspurpleaboveme，andpaledtolilac，thentogreenofunimaginabletenderness。
　　NowIquenchedmytearstolook，andthenIweptagain，weepingnomoreforsorrowandlonelinessandshamethanforgratitudeanddelightinbeauty。Sofairaworld！Whathadsintodowithit？Icouldnotmakeitout。
　　Theshiningwingsgrewpaler，faded，thendarkened；themelancholysoundofcow-bellsstoleupfromthecommon。
　　Thebirdswerestill；alowwindrustledthetrees。Isatthinkingmyyoung"nightthoughts"ofhowmarvellousitwasforthesuntoset，torise，tokeepitsplaceinheaven——ofhowwrappedaboutwithmysterieswewere。Whatiftheworldshouldstarttofallingthroughspace？Wherewoulditland？
　　Wasthereevenabottomtotheuni-
　　verse？"Worldwithoutend"mightmeanthattherewasneitheranendtospacenoryettotime。Ishiveredatthoughtofsuchvastness。
　　Suddenlylightstreamedaboutme，warmarmsenfoldedme。
　　"Mother！"Imurmured，andslippedfromtheunknowntothedearfamiliar-
　　ityofhershoulder。
　　Itwas，Isoonperceived，asilk-cladshoulder。Motherhadonherbestdress；nay，sheworehercoralpinandear-rings。HerlacecollarwasscentedwithJockeyClub，andherneck，intowhichIwasburrowing，hadtheinde-
　　scribablesomethingthatwasnotquiteodour，notallsoftness，butwascom-
　　poundedoftheseandmeantmother。
　　Shesaidlittletomeasshedrewmeawayandbathedmyface，brushedandplaitedmyhair，andputonmycleanfrock。Butwefelthappytogether。I
　　knewshewasasgladtoforgiveasI
　　wastobeforgiven。
　　Inalittlewhilesheledme，blinking，intothelight。Atallstranger，aladyinprune-colouredsilk，satinthehigh-
　　backedchair。
　　"Thisismyeldestgirl，AuntCor-
　　delia，"saidmymother。Iwentfor-
　　wardtimidly，wonderingifIwerereallygoingtobegreetedbythisper-
　　sonwhomusthaveheardsuchterriblereportsofme。Ifoundmyselfcaughtbythehandsanddrawnintotheem-
　　braceofthisnew，grandacquaintance。
　　"Well，I’vebeenwantingtoseeyou，"saidtherich，kindvoice。"TheysayyoulookasIdidatyourage。Theysayyouarelikeme！"
　　Likeher——whowasgood！Butnoonereferredtothisdifferenceorsaidanythingaboutmysins。Whenweweresorry，wasevil，then，forgottenandsinforgiven？Aweightasofirondroppedfrommyspirit。Isankwithasighonthehassockatmyaunt’sfeet。Iwasoncemoreamemberofsociety。
　　VI
　　TRAVEL
　　ITwastimetosaygood-bye。
　　Ihadbeendowntomylittlebrother’sgraveandwateredthesorrelthatgrewonit——Ithoughtitwassor-
　　row，andsotendedit；andIhadwalkedaroundthehouseandsaidgood-byetoeverywindow，andtotherobin’snest，andtomyplayhouseintheshed。I
　　hadputacleanribbononthecat’sneck，andkissedmydoll，andgivenpresentstomylittlesisters。Now，shiveringbe-
　　neathmynewgreyjacketinthechilloftheMaymorningair，Istoodreadytopartwithmymother。Shewasalittleflurriedwithhavingjustironedmypinaforesandcollars，andwithhav-
　　ingputthelasthookonmynewStuartplaidfrock，andshelookedmeoverwithratherananxiouseye。Asforme，Ithoughtmyclothescharming，andI
　　lovedthescarletquillinmygreyhat，andthesetofmynewshoes。Ihoped，aboveall，thatnoonewouldnoticethatIwastremblingandlayitdowntofear。
　　Ofcourse，Ihadbeenawaybefore。
　　ItwasnotthefirsttimeIhadlefteverythingtotakecareofitself。ButthistimeIwasgoingalone，andthatgaveratheradifferentaspecttothings。
　　Togointothecountryforafewdays，oreventoDetroit，inthecompanyofawatchfulparent，mightbecalleda"visit"；buttogoalone，partlybytrainandpartlybystage，andtoarrivebyone’sself，amountedto"travel。"I
　　hadanauntwhohadtravelled，andI
　　feltthismorningthatloveoftravelraninthefamily。ProbablyevenAuntCordeliahadbeenatriflenervous，atfirst，whenshestartedoutforHa-
　　waii，say，orforEgypt。
　　MotherandIwerebothfearfulthatthedriverofthestation’bushadn’treallyunderstoodthathewastocall。
　　Firstshewouldaskfather，andthenI
　　wouldaskhim，ifhewasquitesurethemanunderstood，andfathersaidthatifthemancouldunderstandEnglishatall——andhesupposedhecould——hehadunderstoodthat。Fatherwasrightaboutit，too，forjustwhenwe——thatis，motherandI——werealmostgivingup，the’bushorsesswunginthebiggateandcamepoundingupthedrivebe-
　　tweentheLombardypoplars，whichwereoutintheiryellow-greenspringdress。Theywereabayteamwithayellowharnesswhichclinkedsplendidlywithbonerings，andthe’buswasasyellowasapumpkin，andshapednotunlikeone，sothatIgaveitmyinstantapproval。ItwaspreciselythesortofvehicleinwhichIwouldhavechosentogoaway。SoabsorbedwasIinitthat，thoughImusthavekissedmother，Ihavereallynorecollectionofit；anditwasonlywhenwewereswingingoutofthegate，andIlookedbackandsawherstandinginthedoorwatchingus，thataterriblepangcameoverme，sothatforonecrazymomentIthoughtIwasgoingtojumpoutandrunbacktoher。
　　ButIheldontofather’shandandturnedmyfaceawayfromhomewithallthecourageIcouldsummon，andwewentonthroughthetownandoutacrossalonelystretchofcountrytotherailroad。Forwewereanobstinatelit-
　　tletown，andwouldnotbuilduptotherailroadbecausetherailroadhadre-
　　fusedtorunuptous。Itwasanewstationwithafineechoinit，andthemanwhocalledoutthetrainshadabeautifulvoiceforechoes。Itwascre-
　　atedtoinspirethemandtoencouragethem，andIstoodfascinatedbythethunderousnoiseshewasmakingtillfatherseizedmebythehandandthrustmeintothecareofthetrainconductor。
　　Theysaidsomethingtoeachotherinthesharp，explosivewaymenhave，andtheconductortookmetoaseatandtoldmeIwashisgirlforthetimebe-
　　ing，andtostayrighttheretillhecameformeatmystation。
　　Whatamazedmewasthatthecarshouldbefullofpeople。Icouldnotimaginewheretheyallcouldbegoing。
　　Itwasallverywellforme，whobe-
　　longedtoafamilyoftravellers——aswit-
　　nessAuntCordelia——tobegoingonajourney，butfortheseothers，thesemany，manyothers，tobewanderingaround，heavenknowswhere，struckmeasbeingnotright。Itseemedtotakesomewhatfromthegloryofmyadven-
　　ture。
　　However，Inoticedthatmostofthemlookedpoor。Theirclotheswereoldandugly；theirfacesnotthoseofpleas-
　　ure-seekers。Itwasverydifficulttoimaginethattheycouldaffordajour-
　　ney，whichwas，asIbelieved，agreatluxury。Atfirst，thepeoplelookedtobeallofasort，butafteralittleIbe-
　　gantoseethedifferences，andtono-
　　ticethatthisonelookedhappy，andthatonesad，andanotherasifhehadmuchtodoandlikedit，andseveralothersasiftheyhadverylittleideawheretheyweregoingorwhy。
　　ButIlikedbettertolookfromthewindowsandtoseetheworld。ThehousesseemedquitefamiliarandasifIhadseenthemoftenbefore。IhardlycouldbelievethatIhadn’twalkedupthosepaths，openedthosedoorsandseatedmyselfatthetables。IfeltthatifIwentinthosehousesIwouldknowwhereeverythingwas——justwherethedisheswerekept，andtheBible，andthejam。Itstruckmethathouseswereverymuchalikeintheworld，andthatledtothethoughtthatpeople，too，wereprobablyalike。SoIforgotwhattheconductorhadsaidtomeaboutkeepingstill，andIcrossedovertheaisleandsatdownbesidealittlegirlwhowasregrettablyyoung，butwholookedpleasant。Hermotherandgrand-
　　motherweresittingopposite，andtheysmiledatmeinawaterysortofwayasiftheythoughtasmilewasexpectedofthem。Imeanttotalktothelittlegirl，butIsawshewasalmostonthevergeoftears，anditdidn’ttakemelongtodiscoverwhatwasthematter。
　　Herlittlepinkhatwasheldonbyanelasticband，which，beingputbehindherearsandunderherchin，wascut-
　　tinghercruelly。Iknewbyexperiencethatifthebandwereplacedinfrontofherearsthetensionwouldbelessened；
　　so，withthemostbenevolentintentionsintheworld，Iinsertedmyfingersbe-
　　tweentherubberandherchubbycheeks，drewitoutwithnervousbutfriendlyfingers，somehowletgoofit，andsnapacrosshertworedcheeksandherprettypugnosewentthelacerat-
　　ingelastic，leavingaweltbehindit！
　　"Whatdoyoumean，youbadgirl？"
　　criedthemother，takingmebytheshoulderswithasortofgripIhadneverfeltbefore。"Ineversawsuchachild——never！"
　　Anoldwomanwithafacelikeahenleanedoverthebackoftheseat。
　　"What’sshedone？What’sshedone？"shedemanded。Themothertoldher，asthegrandmothercomfortedthehurtbaby。
　　"Gobacktoyourseatandstaythere！"commandedthemother。"Seeyoudon’tcomenearhereagain！"
　　MylipstrembledwiththeanguishI
　　couldhardlyrestrain。Neverhadanoblesoulbeenmoremisunderstood。
　　Stupidbeings！Howdarethey！Yet，nottobelikedbythem——nottobeun-
　　derstood！Thatwasunendurable。
　　Wouldtheylistentothegentlewordthatturnethawaywrath？Iwasin-
　　clinedtothinknot。Iwasfairlypant-
　　ingundermyloadofdismayandde-
　　spondency，whenalargemanwithanextraordinarilycleanappearancesatdownoppositeme。Hewasastudyingrey——greysuit，tie，socks，gloves，hat，top-coat——yes，andeyes！Heleanedforwardingratiatingly。
　　"WhatdoyouthinkAuntEllensentmelastweek？"heinquired。
　　Weseemedtobeoldacquaintances，andinmysecondofperplexityIde-
　　cidedthatitwasmereforgetfulnessthatmademeunabletorecalljustwhomhewastalkingabout。SoIonlysaidpolitely："Idon’tknow，I’msure，sir。"
　　"Why，yes，youdo！"helaughed。
　　"Couldn’tyouguess？WhatshouldAuntEllensendbutsomeofthatwhitemaplesugarofhers；betterthanever，too。I’veapoundofitalongwithme，andI’dbegladtopryoffafewpiecesifyou’dliketoeatit。YoualwaysweresofondofAuntEllen’smaplesugar，youknow。"
　　Thetonecarriedconviction。OfcourseImusthavebeenfondofit；
　　indeed，uponreflection，IfeltthatIhadbeen。Bythetimethemanwasbackwithaparallelogramofthemaplesugarinhishand，Iwasconvincedthathehadspokenthetruth。
　　"AuntEllencertainlyisadear，"hewenton。"IrundowntoseehereverytimeIgetachance。Sameoldrain-
　　barrel！Sameoldbeehives！Sameoldwell-sweep！Wouldn’ttradethemforanyothersintheworld。Ilikeevery-
　　thingabouttheplace——likethe’OldMan’thatgrowsbythegate；andthetomatotrellis——nobodyelsetreatsto-
　　matoeslikeflowers；andtheherbgar-
　　den，andthecupboardwiththelittlewood-carvingsinitthatUncleBenmade。YourememberUncleBen？
　　Beenasailor——brokebothlegs——had’emcutoff——andsataroundandcarvedwhileAuntEllentaughtschool。Happytheywere——noonehappier。Broughtmeup，youknow。Didn’thaveafatherormother——justgatheredmein。Goodsort，those。UncleBen’sgone，butAuntEllen’samothertomeyet。
　　Thinksofme，travelling，travelling，neverputtingmyheaddowninthesamebedtwonightsrunning；andhereandthereandeverywheresheovertakesmewithlittlescrapsoutofhome。That’sAuntEllenforyou！"
　　Asthedelicioussugarmeltedonmytongue，thesorrowsmeltedinmysoul，andIwasjustabouttomakesomein-
　　quiriesaboutAuntEllen，whoseper-
　　sonalqualitiesseemedtobegrowingclearerandclearerinmymind，whenmyconductorcamestridingdowntheaisle。
　　"Where’smylittlegirl？"hede-
　　mandedheartily。"Ah，theresheis，justwhereIlefther，ingoodcompanyandeatingmaplesugar，asIlive。"
　　"Well，shehain’tbinthereallthetimenow，Ikentellyethat！"criedtheoldwomanwithafacelikeahen。
　　"Indeed，sheain’t！"theotherwomenjoinedin。"She’samischief-
　　makin’child，that’swhatsheis！"saidthemother。Thelittlegirlwaslook-
　　ingoverhergrandmother’sshoulder，andsheranoutaveryred，serpent-
　　liketongueatme。
　　"She’sagoodgirl，andalmostasfondofAuntEllenasIam，"saidthelargeman，findingmypocket，andput-
　　tingahugepieceofmaplesugarinit。
　　Theconductor，meantime，wasgath-
　　eringmythings，andwitha"Comealong，now！Thisiswhereyouchange，"heledmefromthecar。I
　　glancedbackonce，andthehen-facedwomanshookherwitheredbrownfistatme，andthelargemanwavedandsmiled。TheconductorandIranashardaswecould，hecarryingmylightluggage，toastagethatseemedtobewaitingforus。Heshoutedsomedi-
　　rectionstothedriver，depositedmewithin，andranbacktohistrain。AndI，aloneagain，lookedaboutme。
　　Wewereintheheartofalittletown，andanumberofmenwerestandingaroundwhilethehorsestooktheirfillatthewatering-trough。Thisaccom-
　　plished，thedrivercheckedupthehorses，mountedtohishighseat，wasjoinedbyaheavyyoungman；twogen-
　　tlemenenteredtheinsideofthecoach，andwewereoff。
　　Oneofthesegentlemenwasveryold。
　　Hissilverhairhungonhisshoulders；
　　hehadabeautifulflowingheardwhichgleamedinthelight，thekindestoffaces，litwithlaughingblueeyes，andheleanedforwardonhisheavystickandseemedtomindtheplungingofourvehicle。Theothermanwasmid-
　　dle-aged，dark，silent-looking，and，I
　　decided，ratherlikeaking。Weallrodeinsilenceforawhile，butbyandbytheoldmansaidkindly：
　　"Whereareyougoing，mychild？"
　　Itoldhim。
　　"Andwhosedaughterareyou？"heinquired。Itoldhimthatwithpride。
　　"Iknowpeopleallthroughthestate，"
　　hesaid，"butIdon’tseemtorememberthatname。"
　　"Don’tyouremembermyfather，sir？"Icried，anxiously，edgingupclosertohim。"Notthatgreatandgoodman！Why，AbrahamLincolnandmyfatherarethegreatestmenthateverlived！"
　　Hisheadnoddedstrangely，ashelifteditandlookedatmewithhislaughingeye。
　　"It’sapityIdon’tknowhim，thatbeingthecase，"hesaidgently。"But，anyway，you’realuckylittlegirl。"
　　"Yes，"Isighed，"Iam，indeed。"
　　ButmyattentionwastakenbyourapproachtowhatIrecognisedasan"estate。"Agreatgatewithhighposts，flatontop，metmygaze，andthroughthisgatewayIcouldseeadriveandmanybeautifultrees。Alittleboywassittingontopofoneoftheposts，watchingus，andIthoughtIneverhadseenaplacebetteradaptedtoviewingthepassingprocession。Ilongedtobeontheothergatepost，exchangingconfi-
　　dencesacrosstheharmlessgulfwiththisnice-lookingboy，when，mostunex-
　　pectedly，thehorsesbegantoplunge。
　　Thenextsecondtheairwasfilledwithbuzzingblackobjects。
　　"Bees！"saidtheking。Itwasthefirstwordhehadspoken，andatrueworditwas。Swarmingbeeshadset-
　　tledintheroad，andwehaddrivenun-
　　awareintothemidstofthem。Thehorsesweredistracted，andmadeblind-
　　lyforthegate，thoughtheyseemedmuchmorelikelytorunintothepoststhantogetthroughthegate，Ithought。
　　Theboyseemedtothinkthis，too，forheshotbackward，turnedasomersaultin。theair，anddisappearedfromview。
　　"Godblessme！"saidtheking。
　　Theheavyyoungmanonthefrontseatjumpedfromhisplaceandbeganbeatingawaythebeesandholdingthehorsesbythebridles，andinafewmin-
　　uteswewereonourway。Thehorseshadbeenbadlystung，andtheheavyyoungmanlookedratherbumpy。Asforus，thekinghadshutthestagedooratthefirstapproachoftrouble，andwewereunharmed。
　　Afterthis，weallfeltquitewellac-
　　quainted，andtheoldgentlemantoldmesomewonderfulstoriesaboutgoingaboutamongtheIndiansandaboutthemeninthelumbercampsandtheset-
　　tlersonthelakeislands。AfterwardI
　　learnedthathewasabishop，andabraveandholymanwhomitwasagreathonourtomeet，but，atthetime，Ionlythoughtofhowkindhewastopareapplesformeandtotellmetales。
　　Thekingseldomspokemorethanonewordatatime，buthewaskind，too，inhisway。Oncehesaid，"Sleepy？"tome。And，again，"Hungry？"Hedidn’tlookoutatthelandscapeatall，andneitherdidthebishop。ButIranfromonesidetotheother，andthelastofthejourneyIwastakenupbetweenthedriverandtheheavymanonthehighseat。
　　Presentlywewereinalittletownwithcottagesalmosthiddenamongthetrees。Abluestreamranthroughgreenfields，andthewaterdashedoveradam。Icouldhearthesongofthemillandtherippingoftheboards。
　　"We’rehere！"saidthedriver。
　　Theheavymanliftedmedown，andmyyoungunclecamerunningoutwithhisarmsopentoreceiveme。"Whatatraveller！"hesaid，kissingme。
　　"It’sbeenatremendouslylongandinterestingjourney，"Isaid。
　　"Yes，"heanswered。"Tenmilesbyrailandtenbystage。Isupposeyou’vehadagreatmanyadventures！"
　　"Oh，yes！"Icried，andachedtotellthem，butfearedthiswasnottheplace。
　　Isawmyunclerespectfullyhelpingthebishoptoalight，andheardhiminquir-
　　ingforhishealth，andthebishopan-
　　sweringinhiskind，deepvoice，andsayingIwasindeedagoodtravellerandsawalltherewastosee——andalit-
　　tlemore。Thekingshookhandswithme，andthistimesaidtwowords：
　　"Goodluck。"Unclehadnoideawhohewas——noonehadseenhimbefore。
　　Uncledidn’tquitelikehislooks。ButIdid。Hewasuncommon；hewasdif-
　　ferent。Ithoughtofallthosepeopleinthetrainwhohadbeensoalike。AndthenIrememberedwhatunexpecteddifferencestheyhadshown，andturnedtosmileatmyuncle。
　　"IshouldsayIhavehadadven-
　　tures！"Icried。
　　"We’llgethometoyouraunt，"hesaid，"andthenwe’llhearallaboutthem。"
　　Wecrossedabridgeabovetheroar-
　　ingmill-race，wentupalane，anden-
　　teredArcadia。Thatwasthewayitseemedtome。Itwasreallyacottageaboveastream，whereyouthandlovedwelt，andhonourandhospitality，andthelittlehousewastobeexchangedforagreateronewhere——thoughyouthde-
　　parted——loveandhonourandhospital-
　　itywerestilltodwell。
　　"Travel’sagreatthing，"saidmyuncle，ashehelpedmeoffwithmyjacket。
　　"Yes，"Ianswered，solemnly，"itisagreatprivilegetoseetheworld。"
　　Istillamofthatopinion。Ihaveseensomeoddbitsofit，andIcannotunderstandwhyitisthatotherjour-
　　neyshavenotquitecomeuptothatfirstone，whenIheardofAuntEllen，andsawtheboyturnthesurprisedsomersault，andwaswelcomedbytwoloversinalittleArcadia。