rtainly, Chester, Elder Malby, and the housekeeper must have plotted
to bring about that little supper party. The dining room was severely
bare, but scrupulously clean. That evening the threadbare table cloth
had been replaced by a new one. The usual menu of bread, milk, and jam
was augmented by slices of cold meat, a dish of fruit, and a cake. Two
small bouquets adorned the ends of the long table.

"Visitors," whispered one of the elders to another.

"Extraordinary visitors," replied the other. "Just like home when Uncle
John came to see us."

The housekeeper even furnished tea for the Rev. Mr. Strong and his
brother. Lucy said she liked milk better, so she filled her glass along
with Chester's and the other "Mormons." She chatted freely with the
young elder near her, learned that he was from Idaho, that he had been
away six months, that he had not been home-sick, and that he was not
married. The elders were to hold street meetings that evening after
supper.

"I should like to go with you," she said; but Chester, overhearing the
conversation, told her that for various reasons, such a course would not
be wise.

Afterwards, there was some singing in the office-parlor, then Chester
went with the party to their hotel.

"I believe papa is being favorably impressed," said Lucy to Chester
before they parted. "I wish he could see as I do."

"That would indeed be something to be thankful for," agreed Chester.

The following afternoon the continental party took the train to Harwich,
then boat for the Hook of Holland, where they arrived next morning. A
short ride by rail brought them to Rotterdam.

Uncle Gilbert had seen the city before, but the quaint town interested
the others for the first time. "Everything is clean in Holland but the
canals," some one has said. In Rotterdam, the ancient windmills, with
huge spreading arms, stand in the midst of modern shops, and the
contrast is strange.

Uncle Gilbert directed the party to the Delftshaven church, explaining
that in this ancient building the Pilgrim Fathers worshiped before they
set sail for the New World. Then the sight-seers took train for The
Hague, ten miles away. They visited the House of the Woods, where the
Peace Congresses are held, observed Queen Wilhelmina's residence from
without, looked at some of the famous paintings in the art gallery, then
shuddered over the instruments of torture on exhibition in the "Torture
Chamber" found in the old prison. There