"I do feel a little tired," acknowledged Ida.

"Philadelphia!" announced the conductor, opening the car-door.

"We get out, here," said the nurse. "Keep close to me, or you may
get lost. Perhaps you had better take hold of my hand."

"When are you coming back, Ida?" asked William Fitts, coming up to
her with his basket on his arm.

"Mrs. Hardwick says we sha'n't go back till to-morrow."

"Come, Ida," said the nurse, sharply. "We must hurry along."

"Good-by, William," said Ida. "If you see Jack, just tell him you
saw me."

"Yes, I will," was the reply.

"I wonder who that woman is with Ida," thought the boy. "I don't
like her looks much. I wonder if she's any relation of Mr. Crump.
She looks about as pleasant as Aunt Rachel."

The last-mentioned lady would hardly have felt complimented at the
comparison, or the manner in which it was made.

Ida looked about her with curiosity. There was a novelty in being in
a new place, since, as far back as she could remember, she had never
left New York, except for a brief excursion to Hoboken; and one