"Do not think you have seen all
Until you have visited Faneuil Hall!"
"And Rosy Posy has one, too," said Marjorie. "Let sister read it, dear."
"Yes, Middy wead my post-card," and the baby handed it over.
"This is a lovely one," said Marjorie. "See, it's all bright-colored flowers, and it says:
"The Boston Common's bright and gay,
With tulips in a brave array."
"Sure enough," said Mrs. Maynard, "the tulips must be in bloom now, and to-morrow we must go to see them."
"Oh, what lovely times we are having!" cried Marjorie. "How long are we going to stay in Boston, Father?"
"Long enough, at any rate, to see all these sights suggested by your post-cards. And I may as well tell you, children, that the cards were sent by Mr. Bryant, a friend of mine in Cambridge; and we are going to visit at his house when we leave here."
"Have we ever seen him?" asked Marjorie.
"Only when you were very small children; not since you can remember. But they are delightful people, and indeed are distant cousins of your mother. I can assure you you'll have a good time at their home."