"

"Yes, isn't she?" said Boyne, glad of Ellen's approval. So far, at
least, he was not wrong. "Here it is now."

He put the miniature in Ellen's hand. She lifted herself on her elbow.
"Light the candle and let me see it."

"No, no!" he entreated. "It might wake Lottie, and--and--Good-night,
Ellen."

"Can you go to sleep now, Boyne?"

"Oh yes. I'm all right. Good-night."

"Good-night, then."

Borne stooped over and kissed her, and went to the door. He came back
and asked, "You don't think it was silly, or anything, for me to get
it?"

"No, indeed! It's just what you will like to have when you get home.
We've all seen her so often. I'll put it in my trunk, and nobody shall
know about it till we're safely back in Tuskingum."

Boyne sighed deeply. "Yes, that's what I meant. Good-night."

"Good-night, Boyne."

"I hope I haven't waked you up too much?"

"Oh no. I can get to sleep easily again."

"Well, good-night." Boyne sighed again, but not so deeply, and this time
he went out.

XXII.

Mrs. Kenton woke with the clear vision which is sometimes vouchsafed to
people whose eyes are holden at other hours of the day. She had heard
Boyne opening and shutting Ellen's door, and her heart smote her that
he should have gone to his sister with whatever trouble he was in rather
than come to his mother. It was natural that she should put the blame
on her husband, and "Now, Mr. Kenton," she began, with an austerity of
voice which he recognized before he was well awake, "if you won't take
Boyne off somewhere to-day, I will. I think we had better all go. We
have been here a whole fortnight, and we have got thoroughly rested, and
there is no excuse for our wasting our time any longer. If we are going
to see Holland, we had better begin doing it."

The judge gave a general assent, and said that if she wanted to go
to Flushing he supposed he could find some garden-seeds there, in the
flower and vegetable nurseries, which would be adapted to the climate of
Tuskingum, and they could all put in the day pleasantly, looking round
the place. Whether it was the suggestion of Tuskingum in relation to
Flushing that decided her against the place, or whether she had really
meant to go to Leyden, she now expressed the wish, as vividly as if it
were novel, to explore the scene of the Pilgrims' sojourn before they
sailed for Plymouth, and she reproached him for not caring about the
place when they both used to take such an inter