One warm and pleasant afternoon the big car swung into Boston, and deposited its occupants at a pleasant hotel on a broad and beautiful avenue.
As Mr. Maynard registered at the office, the clerk handed him a budget of mail. It was not unusual for him to find letters awaiting him at the various hotels, but this time there were also four post-cards for the children.
"Who can have written to us?" exclaimed Marjorie, as she took hers. "I don't know this hand-writing; I'm sure I never saw it before."
She turned the card over, and saw a picture of the State House, one of
Boston's principal places of interest. Beneath the picture was written:
"Please come and visit me;
I am the place you want to see."
"How funny," said Marjorie. "Who could have sent it? Is it an advertisement, Father?"
"No, Midget, The State House doesn't have to advertise itself! What is yours, King?"
"Mine is a picture of the Public Library, and this has a verse under it, too. It says:
"How do you think you like my looks?
Beautiful pictures and wonderful books!"
"These are lots of fun, whoever sent them," said Kitty. "Listen to mine.
It's a picture of Faneuil Hall. Under it is written: