“Bravo!” said Julia; “but what are we to see first?”
“The first old church stood over there,—the Roger Williams Church; you must have heard of it,” said Amy, pointing to the nearest corner.
“Oh, yes, that’s the little church that’s in a yard somewhere back of a big building.”
“The very one, Brenda,” said Miss South. “It is in the care of the Essex Institute. That is a Salem fact that I have heard before.”
“Let’s go there at once,” cried Brenda; “for as soon as we have seen the things like that, that we have to see, I want to go down on Derby Street. I ’ve an acquaintance down there.” Although Brenda’s tone was serious, there was a look of mischief in her eye.
“You won’t find him,” said Julia; “you have n’t the exact address, and besides, if I were you, I’d leave it all to uncle Robert.”
“Oh, no, Julia, I want the credit of finding him myself. Why, I have n’t said a word yet to papa about it!”
Then remembering that what she was saying was Greek to the others, Brenda began to explain.
“It’s Miguel Silva, Miss South,—the man who took Mrs. Rosa’s money. He didn’t go to South America. He’s living over here in Derby Street, and I want to go to his house.”
“It’s rather useless to think of it, Brenda,” said Julia. “You could n’t have him arrested, and he might be rude to you.”
“Oh, no, he is n’t that kind of man. He ’ll feel so
