nt Jane,
looking at her kindly and a little keenly.

"I was allowed to go there sometimes," she began, timidly.

"To meet her American Cousin," interrupted Philip. "I got some
relaxation in the rules of the school. But, Aunt Jane, you have told us
nothing about your health."

"There is nothing to tell," she answered. "I should like, if it were
convenient, to be a little better. But in this life, if one can walk
across the floor, and not be an idiot, it is something. That is all I
aim at."

"Isn't it rather tiresome?" said Emilia, as the elder lady happened to
look at her.

"Not at all," said Aunt Jane, composedly. "I naturally fall back into
happiness, when left to myself."

"So you have returned to the house of your fathers," said Philip. "I
hope you like it."

"It is commonplace in one respect," said Aunt Jane. "General Washington
once slept here."

"Oh!" said Philip. "It is one of that class of houses?"

"Yes," said she. "There is not a village in America that has not half
a dozen of them, not counting those where he only breakfasted. Did
ever man sleep like that man? What else could he ever have done? Who
governed, I wonder, while he was asleep? How he must have travelled! The
swiftest horse could scarcely have carried him from one of these houses
to another."

"I never was attached to the memory of Washington," meditated Philip;
"but I always thought it was the pear-tree. It must have been that he
was such a very unsettled person."

"He certainly was not what is called a domestic character," said Aunt
Jane.

"I suppose you are, Miss Maxwell," said Philip. "Do you often go out?"

"Sometimes, to drive," said Aunt Jane. "Yesterday I went shopping with
Kate, and sat in the carriage while she bought under-sleeves enough
for a centipede. It is always so with that child. People talk about the
trouble of getting a daughter ready to be married; but it is like being
married once a month to live with her."

"I wonder that you take her to drive with you," suggested Philip,
sympathetically.

"It is a great deal worse to drive without her," said the impetuous
lady. "She is the only person who lets me enjoy things, and now I
cannot enjoy them in her absence. Yesterday I drove alone over the three
beaches, and left her at home with a dress-maker. Never did I see so
many lines of surf; but they only seemed to me like some of Kate's
ball-dresses, with the prevailing flounces, six deep. I was so enraged
that she