dear,” he added, still looking at her. “Bring both little girls, and let them run about the old garden; the cherries will soon be getting ripe,” said Judge Masterson, hospitably. “Perhaps you will have time to stop this afternoon as you go home?”

“I should call it a great pleasure if you would come and see us again some time. You may be driving our way, sir,” said John Hilton.

“Not very often in these days,” answered the old judge. “I thank you for the kind invitation. I should like to see the fine view again from your hill westward. Can I serve you in any way while you are in town? Good-bye, my little friends!”

Then they parted, but not before Katy, the shy Katy, whose hand the judge still held unconsciously while he spoke, had reached forward as he said good-bye, and lifted her face to kiss him. She could not have told why, except that she felt drawn to something in the serious, worn face. For the first time in her life the child had felt the charm of manners; perhaps she owned a kinship between that which made him what he was, and the spark of nobleness and purity in her own simple soul. She turned again and again to look back at him as they drove away.

“Now you have seen one of the first gentlemen in the country,” said their father. “It was worth comin’ twice as far——” But he did not say any more, nor turn as usual to look in the children’s faces.

In the chief business street of Topham a great many country wagons like the Hiltons’ were fastened to the posts, and there seemed to our holiday-makers to be a great deal of noise and excitement.

“Now I’ve got to do my errands, and we can let the horse rest and feed,” said John Hilton. “I’ll slip his headstall right off, an’ put on his halter. I’m goin’ to buy him a real good treat o’ oats. First we’ll go an’ buy me my straw hat; I feel as if this one looked a little past to wear in Topham. We’ll buy the things we want, an’ then we’ll walk all along the street, so you can look in the windows an’ see the han’some things, same’s your mother likes to. What was it mother told you about your shawls?”

“To take ’em off an’ carry ’em over our arms,” piped Susan Ellen, without comment, but in the interest of alighting and finding themselves afoot upon the pavement the shawls were forgotten. The children stood at the doorway of a shop while their father went inside, and they tried to see what the Topham shapes of bonnets were like, as their mother had advised them; but everything was exciting and confusing, and they could arrive at no decision. When Mr. Hilton came out with a hat in his hand to be seen in a better light, Katy whispered that she wished he would buy a shiny one like Judge Masterson’s; but her father only smiled and shook his head, and said that they were plain folks, he and Katy. There were dry-goods for sale in the same shop, and a young clerk who was measuring linen kindly pulled off some pretty labels with gilded edges and gay pictures, and gave them to the little girls, to their exceeding joy. He may have had small sisters at home, this friendly lad, for he took pains to find two pretty blue boxes besides, and was rewarded by their beaming gratitude.

It was a famous day; they even became used to seeing so many people pass. The village was full of its morning activity, and Susan Ellen gained a new respect for her father, and an increased sense of her own consequence, because even in Topham several persons knew him and called him familiarly by name. The meeting with an old man who had once been a neighbour seemed to give Mr. Hilton the greatest pleasure. The old man called to them from a house doorway as they were passing, and they all went in. The children seated themselves wearily on the wooden step, but their father shook his old friend eagerly by the hand, and declared that he was delighted to see him so well and enjoying the fine weather.

“Oh, yes,” said the old man, in a feeble, quavering voice, “I’m astonishin’ well for my age. I don’t complain, John, I don’t complain.”