One afternoon the Addings came to Mrs.
March's room to look from her windows at a parade of bicyclers' clubs from the neighboring towns.

The spectacle prospered through its first half-hour, with the charm which German sentiment and ingenuity, are able to lend even a bicycle parade.

The wheelmen and wheelwomen filed by on machines wreathed with flowers and ribbons, and decked with streaming banners.

Here and there one sat under a moving arch of blossoms, or in a bower of leaves and petals, and they were all gay with their club costumes and insignia.

In the height of the display a sudden mountain shower gathered and broke upon them.