"Even the Pushers could find no fault with this," said Aunt
Eliza, turning over the sleeves and smoothing the lace. Somehow she
smuggled into the house a white straw-bonnet, with white roses;
also a handsome mantilla. She held the bonnet before me with a nod,
and deposited it again in the box, which made a part of the luggage
for Newport.

On Sunday morning we arrived in Newport, and went to a quiet
hotel in the town. James was with us, but Mrs. Roll was left in
Bond Street, in charge of the household. Monday was spent in an
endeavor to make an arrangement regarding the hire of a coach and
coachman. Several livery-stable keepers were in attendance, but
nothing was settled, till I suggested that Aunt Eliza should send
for her own carriage. James was sent back the next day, and
returned on Thursday with coach, horses, and William her coachman.
That matter being finished, and the trunks being unpacked, she
decided to take her first bath in the sea, expecting me to support
her through the trying ordeal of the surf. As we were returning
from the beach we met a carriage containing a number of persons
with a family resemblance.

When Aunt Eliza saw them she angrily exclaimed, "Am I to see
those Uxbridges every day?"

Of the Uxbridges this much I knew--that the two brothers Uxbridge
were the lawyers of her opponents in the lawsuit which had existed
three or four years. I had never felt any interest in it, though I
knew that it was concerning a tract of ground in the city which had
belonged to my grandfather, and which had, since his day, become