old bell."

"Is that the reason why they brought it here, papa?"

"Yes, for many people will see it here who will never get to Philadelphia
to look at it."

"I'm glad for them that they can see it," she said with satisfaction. "Do
they ring it when it's at its home in Philadelphia, papa?"

"No, my child; that great crack you see there has spoiled it for ringing,
but it is highly valued and cherished for what it did in those days when
our fathers had to risk everything to secure freedom for themselves and
their children."

"They were good and brave men to do it; weren't they, papa?"

"They were, indeed, and deserve to be kept in loving remembrance because
of their brave deed."

The rest of the party were standing near listening to the talk between the
captain and his little girl; also regarding the old bell with interest,
though nearly all of them had seen it before. But it was time for them to
move on, for others were coming to view the old relic of Revolutionary
days, and Mr. Dinsmore led the way into the interior of the building, the
rest closely following.

They went all over it, finding much to admire, and Mrs. Dinsmore expressed
herself as entirely satisfied with the building of her native State.