It was a large and dreary-looking mansion, and many years had passed since the pictures of the stiff looking cavalier and his smiling lady, hanging in the hall, had looked down upon children at home there.

The echoes of their own voices almost alarmed the children, when, after resting from their journey, they explored the scenes of their future haunts.

On the glass of the large window in the hall, were the names of a maiden and her lover, descended from the cavaliers of Virginia.

This writing was cut with a diamond, and the children knew not that the writing was their parents'.

The little ones walked carefully over the polished floors; but there seemed nothing in all they saw to tell them they were welcome.