"And his name's Lemuel," again from Maud at the time they were learning these facts, "and it's perfectly patent after you know him, why the others continually bait him."
But right now Maud had come over to talk to Selina about her German and Mr. Welling.
"What's your new word, Maud?" Selina asked.
"Wanderlust. We came on it last night. It's apropos of what you were saying about the thirty-seven maps in the atlas."
"I see."
In April the Boswells returned from the South and Miss Pocahontas wrote asking Selina up to Eadston to visit her.
"It will mean a new spring dress," demurred Mamma, "and the price of the ticket besides."
"But it will mean three days for her with Marcia and Pocahontas Boswell," said Auntie. "She can go up from Friday to Monday and not miss her teaching either. I must say, Lavinia, they're the kind of people I want to have her visit."
"I suppose you're right. We'll have to manage the rest of it. Selina get your pen and thank Miss Pocahontas for her invitation, and say you accept with pleasure."
Miss Pocahontas herself was at the Eadston station on the following Friday afternoon to meet Selina. The carriage and horses and colored coachman in livery waiting for them outside were all old and handsome and well preserved. The town as they drove through it was old, too, but not so well preserved.