Wait until I get home.
The young lady, the youths and myself came up to Boston together and had as pleasant a ride, as the heat would allow.

I left them at the depot and went up to the Parker House and then to the Art Museum.

The statuary is plaster, the coins are copies, and by the way, I found one exactly like mine, which, if it is genuine is worth, "well considerable", as the personage in charge remarked.

The pictures were simply vile, only two or three that I recognized and principally Millet and some charcoal sketches of Hunt's, who is the Apostle of Art here.
The china was very fine but they had a collection of old furniture and armor which was better than anything else.

Fresh from or rather musty from these antiques, who should I meet but the cheerful Dixey and Powers.