end the Sabbath. I remember a long walk, through magnificent
avenues and past splendid shops and houses and gardens. Vitebsk was a
metropolis beside provincial Polotzk; and I was very small, even
without stooping.

Uncle Solomon lived in the better part of the city, and I found his
place very attractive. Still, after a night's sleep, I was ready for
further travel and adventures, and I set out, without a word to
anybody, to retrace my steps clear across the city.

The way was twice as long as on the preceding day, perhaps because
such small feet set the pace, perhaps because I lingered as long as I
pleased at the shop windows. At some corners, too, I had to stop and
study my route. I do not think I was frightened at all, though I
imagine my back was very straight and my head very high all the way;
for I was well aware that I was out on an adventure.

I did not speak to any one till I reached my Aunt Leah's; and then I
hardly had a chance to speak, I was so much hugged and laughed over
and cried over, and questioned and cross-questioned, without anybody
waiting to hear my answers. I had meant to surprise Cousin Rachel, and
I had frightened her. When she had come to Uncle Solomon's to take me
back, she found the house in an uproar, everybody frightened at my
disappearance. The neighborhood was searched, and at last messengers
were sent to Aunt Leah's. The messengers in their haste quite
overlooked me. It was their fault if they took a short cut unknown to
me. I was all the time faithfully steering by the sign of the tobacco
shop, and the shop with the jumping-jack in the window, and the garden
with the iron fence, and the sentry box opposite a drug store, and all
the rest of my landmarks, as carefully entered on my mental chart the
day before.

All this I told my scared relatives as soon as they let me, till they
were convinced that I was not lost, nor stolen by the gypsies, nor
otherwise done away with. Cousin Rachel was so glad that she would not
have to return to Polotzk empty-handed that she would not let anybody
scold me. She made me tell over and over what I had seen on the way,
till they all laughed and praised my acuteness for seeing so much more
than they had supposed there was to see. Indeed, I was made a heroine,
which was just what I intended to be when I set out on my adventure.
And thus ended most of my unlawful escapades; I was more petted than
scolded for my insubordination.

My second journey to Vit