ter were to be found. This building was then one of the most
important in the province. It was not only a beer-house, but an
exchange, a corn-market, and a post-office. It was formed of large
rafters of wood, the interstices being filled with bricks, which had
been brought in the vessels from England, in the same manner as houses
to be found in Cheshire, and some built in the Tudor and Stuart periods.
Already a magnificent quay of three hundred feet in length had been
formed by the side of the river, and there were also stone houses with
pointed roofs, and balconies, and porches, in different parts. Although
in some portions of the city pine-trees and pine-stumps still remained,
altogether upwards of a thousand houses had been erected. Among them
was a large building devoted to the purposes of a public school or
college. A printing-press had long been established in the city by
William Bradford, a native of Leicester, who had accompanied Mr Penn in
the "Welcome." Deane had, however, but little inclination to view the
city until he had found his way to the house of his sister and
brother-in-law. He had no great difficulty in discovering it, for Giles
Dainsforth was already well-known as a man of mark, as sagacious,
steady, and industrious men are sure to be in a new settlement.

"There is friend Dainsforth's house," said a worthy citizen to whom
Deane addressed himself; and he saw before him a fine and substantial
stone building, with a broad verandah surrounded by trees and flowering
shrubs. A gentle voice reached his ears, singing an air he knew well.
The door stood open and he entered. Passing through the house, he saw
seated on a lawn, beneath the shade of the building, three ladies, while
the same number of young children played about them. The nearest he
recognised as his sister Kate, though grown into more matronly
proportions than when he last had seen her. Near her was a fair girl.
He required not a second glance to convince him that she was Elizabeth.
He hurried forward, forgetting how he might startle them. A cry of
delight escaped Elizabeth as she advanced to meet him. In another
minute he found himself in the arms of his sister, while a sob of joy
escaped from her companion's bosom.

"He's come! he's come!" she exclaimed; "I knew he would find us out."

The third lady was Mistress Pearson. She looked careworn and aged, as
if her life had well-nigh come to an end.

Their history was soon tol