used to gather them at your command, my
mother, to be hung in the garret, as a panacea
when winter brought us sore throats. I take
my last peep at the mullen-stalk in New
York. I'm brave enough to say, it has
stirred more emotion, more lasting thought
within me, than anything I shall trace again
to day.
Evening picks us up at——; we are to travel all night. It rains, and the air is very close. We get tea, and beg the privilege of getting into the cars, though they do not start for two hours. This time, we are fortunate enough to get seats together. I have tucked away the luggage for the night. Two young men of our party sit in front of us, and relieve me of the valise and carpetrbag. What a nice bed we have made. Alice is asleep. Little Ella, too, has dispensed with the motion of the cars for once, and lies opposite, at full length. The company have all settled off into a quiet sleep. I hear a smothered sound, a gasp like Susie's when she fell down in the night by my bedside in a fainting fit. So much asleep am I, that it is diffi-
