'Why, of course I do; and, besides, I want some cakes for tea, and I've nobody to send.

Here is the latchkey.' Gideon put on his hat with alacrity, and casting one look at Miss Hazeltine, and another at the legs of Hercules, threw open the door and departed on his errand.
He returned with a large bag of the choicest and most tempting of cakes and tartlets, and found Julia in the act of spreading a small tea-table in the lobby.
'The rooms are all in such a state,' she cried, 'that I thought we should be more cosy and comfortable in our own lobby, and under our own vine and statuary.' 'Ever so much better,' cried Gideon delightedly.
'O what adorable cream tarts!' said Julia, opening the bag, 'and the dearest little cherry tartlets, with all the cherries spilled out into the cream!' 'Yes,' said Gideon, concealing his dismay, 'I knew they would mix beautifully; the woman behind the counter told me so.' 'Now,' said Julia, as they began their little festival, 'I am going to show you Morris's letter; read it aloud, please; perhaps there's something I have missed.' Gideon took the letter, and spreading it out on his knee, read as follows: DEAR JULIA, I write you from Browndean, where we are stopping over for a few days.

Uncle was much shaken in that dreadful accident, of which, I dare say, you have seen the account.

Tomorrow I leave him here with John, and come up alone; but before that, you will have received a barrel CONTAINING SPECIMENS FOR A FRIEND.

Do not open it on any account, but leave it in the lobby till I come.
Yours in haste, M.FINSBURY.
P.S .-- Be sure and leave the barrel in the lobby.
'No,' said Gideon, 'there seems to be nothing about the monument,' and he nodded, as he spoke, at the marble legs.