from her old quarters to the new home. Many of the articles
she brought were heirlooms which she had stored in the boarding
house cellar, or articles associated with her happy married life,
which had been shortened by her husband's death when he was
comparatively a young man.

These Mrs. Atterson saw piled on the wagon early on Saturday
morning, and she had insisted upon climbing upon the seat beside
the driver herself and riding with him all the way.

The boarders gathered on the steps to see her go. The two
spinster ladies had already taken possession, and had served
breakfast to the disgruntled members of Mother Atterson's family.

"You'll be back again," prophesied Mr. Crackit, shaking the old
lady by the hand. "And when you do, just let me know. I'll come
and board with you."

"I wouldn't have you in my house again, Fred Crackit, for two
farms," declared the ex-boarding house keeper, with asperity.

"I hope you told these people about my hot water, Mrs. Atterson,"
croaked Mr. Peebles, from the step, where he stood muffled in a
shawl because of the raw morning air.

"If I didn't you can tell 'em yourself," returned she, with
satisfaction.

And so it went--the good-byes of these unappreciative boarders
selfish to the last! Mother Atterson sighed--a long, happy,