CHAPTER XXVI.
THE PORTRAIT AND THE MINIATURE.
The golden days of September glimmered through the dark sighing trees, and relieved the white brightness that had burned upon the hills during the dog-days.

Mr.Burt drove into town and drove out.

Dr.Peewee called at short intervals, played backgammon with his parishioner, listened to his stories, told stories of his own, and joined him in his little excursions to the West Indies.

Mrs.Simcoe was entirely alone.
One day Hiram brought her a letter, which she took to her own room and sat down by the window to read.
"SARATOGA.
"DEAR AUNTY,--We're about going away, and we have been so gay that you would suppose I had had 'society' enough.

Do you remember our talk?
There have been a great many people here from every part of the country; and it has been nothing but bowling, walking, riding, dancing, dining at the lake, and listening to music in the moonlight, all the time.