tion at least once, and sometimes several times, in this
way, to bring some of Grandma Jameson's children or grandchildren or
nieces or nephews or friends to come and make her a visit. Her house is
one of the houses that never seems to be so full it can't hold more. You
know there are some such houses; the more people come, the merrier, and
there is always room made somehow for everybody to sleep at night.

You wouldn't think to look at the house that it could hold many people;
it is not large. In truth, I cannot myself imagine, often as I have
stayed in the dear old place, where all the people have slept when I
have known twelve or more to come down to breakfast of a morning, all
looking as if they had had a capital night's rest. Jerry is always glad
as anybody in the house when visitors come; yet it makes him no end of
work, carrying them and their luggage back and forth to town, with all
the rest of the errands he has to do. Nelly is pretty old, and the
Rockaway is small, and many a time Jerry has to make two trips to get
one party of people up to the house, with all that belongs to them in
the way of trunks and bags and bundles; but he likes it. He pulls off
his old drab felt hat, and bows, and holds out both hands, and
everybody who comes shakes hands with Jerry, first of all, at the
station.

One day, late in last October, Jerry was at the post-office waiting for
the mail; when it came in, there was a postal card from Mendon for Mrs.
Jameson, and as the postmistress is Mrs. Jameson's own niece, she
thought she would look at the message on the card, and see if all were
well at Mr. Frank Wellington's. This was what she found written on the
card,--

"Meet company at the three o'clock train."

That was the train which had just come in and brought the mail.

"Oh, dear!" said she. "Jerry, it is well I looked at this card. It is
from Mr. Wellington, and he says there will be company down by the three
o'clock train, to go to Grandma's. You must turn round and go right to
the station; they will be waiting, and wondering why nobody's there to
meet them."

"That's a fact," said Jerry; "they've done sure, wonderin' by this time;
'spect they've walked up; but I'll go down 'n' see."

So Jerry made as quick time as he could coax out of the mule, down to
the railway station. The train had been gone more than half an hour,
and the station was quiet and deserted by all except the station-master,
who was waiting for the up-t