lling heir to such a wonderful old
place; and to wish you many happy and prosperous years in
it.

I shall telegraph you when to expect us. With all good
wishes,

Yours faithfully,
GEORGE PEABODY WESTMACOTE.

Letter from Miss Emmeline Phelps-Parsons, of Boston:

_Dear Miss Smith_:

My cousin Mrs. Westmacote, whom I have been visiting, showed
me your letter and the enchanting photographs of your house
which you were kind enough to send Mr. Westmacote. Hynds
House is just the one place I have long been looking
for!--an unspoiled colonial house, with historic
associations!

It is perfect! I must see with my own eyes those Chelsea
figures on your drawing-room mantel, the luster and
Washington jugs in the dining-room, and the cabinets in the
hall.

Sincerely yours,
EMMELINE PHELPS-PARSONS.

P.S. I hope it is really true that there is an Influence in
Hynds House? I do so greatly long to come in contact with
the Occult and the Unknown!

"Somewhere on the firing-line of fifty," mused Alicia. "A lady with
a soul. Don't you hear dear old Boston calling you, Sophy? Here's
one to put Miss Martha Hopkins's light under a bushel basket!"

We had several other inquirers; and chose from them Mr. Chetwynd
Harrison-Gore and his daughter, English folk "doing" America and
delighted to include a Carolina colonial house in their trip; a
suffrage leader, whose throat needed a rest; and Morenas, the
illustrator. It seemed that Hynds House offered to each one
something that had been craved for.

The Author pounced upon us two or three days before we expected him,
to take stock after his own fashion. I have heard The Author
commended for "the humor of his rare smile and the keen, kind
intellectuality of his remarkable eyes." Well, the smile was rare
enough; and of course there isn't any doubt about the man's
intellectuality. For the rest, he proved to be a tall, lanky,
stooping person, with a thin tanned face, outstanding ears, a high
nose, and long, blue-gray eyes half-hidden under drooping lids and
behind glasses. His hair was just hair. And he had the sort of
mustache that bristled like a cat's when he twisted his lip.

So far as monetary success, and efficacious press-agents, and the
adulation, admiration, emulation, and envy of his contemporaries
w