a woman with him."

"Who can she be?" thought Alice as they followed Mrs. Crowley to the
front door.

"Hello, Alice," cried Maude. "I've brought him back with me."

Quincy told Ambrose, Mandy's boy-of-all-work, to drive the team to
the Hawkins' House and tell Mrs. Hawkins that he wished a room that
night for his sister. Ambrose's hand clutched the half-dollar tightly
as he repeated the message to Quincy's satisfaction. Mrs. Crowley
gazed admiringly at the Governor until he disappeared from view.
Alone, in the kitchen, she gave vent to her feelings.

"The foine gintleman that he is. 'How do you do, Mrs. Crowley.' sez
he, and he shakes me hand as jintly as if I was a born lady. And the
pretty sister that he has, an' the beautiful wife. An' he's the
President of the State, an' sez he, 'Mrs. Crowley, how do you do, an'
it's delighted I am to see you again.'"

Mrs. Crowley wiped her eyes with her apron and resumed her household
duties, occasionally repeating, "'How do you do, Mrs. Crowley.' When
Dan comes to-night I'll tell him what the Governor said."

Hiram soon joined the party, it being his night off. As of old, he
stammered, or stuttered, when excited, and the sight of Quincy and
Alice was enough to entirely disorganize his speaking apparatus.

"Ain't this jolly?" said he. "Just like old times. I heerd you was at
Miss Hawkinses, but I didn't think as how you'd git round here so