Atherton or the young lady at Collingwood patronized such places. So
they staid at home and talked together of what they should do at Tracy
Park, and wondered if it was their duty to ask all their Langley friends
to visit them. Mrs. Frank, as the more democratic of the two, decided
that it was. She was not going to begin by being _stuck up_, she said,
and when at last she left Langley four weeks later, every man, woman,
and child of her familiar acquaintance in town had been heartily invited
to call upon her at Tracy Park if ever they came that way.

Frank had disposed of his business at a reasonable price, and had rented
his house with all the furniture, except such articles as his wife
insisted upon taking with her. The bureau, and bedstead, and chairs
which she and Frank had bought together in Springfield just before their
marriage, the Boston rocker her mother had given her, and in which the
old mother had sat until the day she died, the cradle in which she had
rocked her first baby boy who was lying in the Langley grave-yard, were
dear to the wife and mother, and though her husband told her she could
have no use for them at Tracy Park, where the furniture was of the
costliest kind, and that she would probably put them in the servants'
rooms or attic, there was enough of sentiment in her nature to make her
cling to them as something of the past, and so they were boxed up and
forwarded by freight to Tracy Park, whither Mr. and Mrs. Tracy followed
them a week later.

The best dressmaker in Langley had been employed upon the wardrobe of
Mrs. Frank, who, in her travelling dress of some stuff goods of a
plaided pattern, too large and too bright to be quite in good taste,
felt herself perfectly _au fait_ as the mistress of Tracy Park, until
she reached Springfield, where Mrs. Grace Atherton, accompanied by a
tall, elegant looking young lady, entered the car and took a seat in