Was a picnic or other pleasure-expedition in prospect, Abbie's experience and managing ability were depended on for its success.

She it was who arranged the details of weddings; and her assistance was almost as necessary a condition of a legitimate funeral, as that of Death himself! Professor Valeyon drove up to the door in his wagon, got down with all the care that the successful support of his burden of years demanded, and chained Dolly to the much-gnawed post which was fixed for the purpose on the edge of the sidewalk.

He ascended the steps, and was met by Abbie on the threshold.

He removed his hat with old-fashioned courtesy, and gave her cold hand a quiet, warm grasp.
"Good-morning, Abbie," said he, gruffly, but cheerfully, and with a very kind look out of his deep-set old eyes.

"Is all well with you this morning ?" "Yes," replied she, with a faint smile, that seemed to show more of weariness than merriment.