all. All that night I kept thinking it was too good to
be true; it must be a dream; but the next morning, when we got to
the railroad station, there was Fani, and he had been waiting three
hours, ever since six o'clock. Mrs. Stanhope laughed a little at
his impatience--it was the first time she had laughed at all.

All day long we travelled in the railway carriage, and Fani was as
happy as he could be. When we stopped at a station, and Aunt
Clarissa was going to get out and fetch us something to eat, Mrs.
Stanhope stopped her and said: "No, no; we have an escort now, he
must wait upon us." Then she explained to Fani what he was to do,
and you ought to have seen how he ran about and did it all so
handily, and he kept looking at Mrs. Stanhope to see if she was
pleased; and she was pleased, that was plain enough. In the evening
we stopped at Mainz on the Rhine, and Mrs. Stanhope said we should
see the river in the morning. And the next day, what do you think?
we went on a splendid steamboat; no one can possibly understand it
without seeing it. Fani was like a crazy creature all day, he was
so wild with delight; and Mrs. Stanhope let him run about all over
the boat and look at everything. Sometimes I didn't see him for an
hour at a time! By and by he came and took your present, and said
he was going to draw everything that he had seen, and just how the
whole boat was arranged, so that he should never forget it. And he
wants me to thank you a great deal for the beautiful present. I
forgot to say that before.

In the evening, when we left the boat, we found a carriage and a
wagon waiting for us. We drove for half an hour or more, and then
we came to Mrs. Stanhope's house. It is a large house, standing in
the middle of a garden, and with large trees about it. When we got
out of the carriage, Fani whispered to me, "Do you suppose I shall
work in the stables or in the garden?" Of course I couldn't tell
him; I did not even know what I was to do myself. But nothing has
turned out as we thought it would. At first Mrs. Stanhope was so
sad that we did not see her at all for three days. Aunt Clarissa
was just as kind as she could be. She took us all about the garden
and showed us the place where Philo was buried; a white cross
stands there with his name on it. A