find a market for. It saves many wrecks, and they make more money, but
it is often hard on those left at home!"

"Yes, yes, that is true, I make no doubt! But do you live here quite
alone, you and the babee?"

"Oh, no; there are my brother and sister,--the twins. Morton is the one
I spoke of; he has gone gunning with Uncle Adam Standish, and the young
man who must be your nephew, I'm sure; and Molly has gone on an errand."

"That Morton--it ees one fine boy! His air do say, 'Behold the American
citizen in me!' is it not?"

Sara smiled and sighed.

"He is a good boy, and my mainstay now, for it is hard sometimes to
manage for so many; but will you not please tell me some more about the
King's Daughters, madame?"

Her new friend, nothing loath, went into further details of that
marvellous organization, telling of the silver cross, which was a
passport to the best society and gentlest treatment the world over;
describing its growth by tens, its circles within circles, its active
benevolences and astonishing influence--all that of which the world has
been hearing, almost as a child listens to a fairy-tale, with wonder and
delight, yet only half credulous.

She also promised to send her copies of those beautiful stories, "Ten
Times One," and "In His Name," which first gave rise to the grand idea;
and when she finally made her adieus, it was to leave Sara in a happy