"Hush!" said the older lady, with a low laugh. "This won't do, Mr.
Lintzow; this is the Parsonage."

"It doesn't matter," cried the young man, merrily, as he jumped out
of the carriage. "I say," he shouted backward towards the other
carriages, "sha'n't we rest here?"

"Yes, yes," came the answer in chorus; and the merry party began at
once to alight.

But now the gentleman on the back seat rose, and said, seriously:
"No, no, my friends! this really won't do! It's out of the question
for us to descend upon the clergyman, whom we don't know at all.
It's only ten minutes' drive to the district judge's, and there
they are in the habit of receiving strangers."

He was on the point of giving orders to drive on, when the Pastor
appeared in the door-way, with a friendly bow. He knew Consul
Hartvig by sight--the leading man of the town.

"If your party will make the best of things here, it will be a
great pleasure to me; and I think I may say that, so far as the
view goes--"

"Oh no, my dear Pastor, you're altogether too kind; it's out of
the question for us to accept your kind invitation, and I must
really beg you to excuse these young madcaps," said Mrs. Hartvig,
half in despair when she saw her youngest son, who had been seated
in the last carriage, already deep in a confidential chat with