something. That is all I aim at."

"Isn't it rather tiresome?" said Emilia, as the elder lady
happened to look at her.

"Not at all," said Aunt Jane, composedly. "I naturally fall
back into happiness, when left to myself."

"So you have returned to the house of your fathers," said
Philip. "I hope you like it."

"It is commonplace in one respect," said Aunt Jane. "General
Washington once slept here."

"Oh!" said Philip. "It is one of that class of houses?"

"Yes," said she. "There is not a village in America that has
not half a dozen of them, not counting those where he only
breakfasted. Did ever man sleep like that man? What else could
he ever have done? Who governed, I wonder, while he was asleep?
How he must have travelled! The swiftest horse could scarcely
have carried him from one of these houses to another."

"I never was attached to the memory of Washington," meditated
Philip; "but I always thought it was the pear-tree. It must
have been that he was such a very unsettled person."

"He certainly was not what is called a domestic character,"
said Aunt Jane.