"Perhaps it will be a ring," she said. "I would rather have that from Ben than any other thing."
"But he would not send a ring by ship," said her mother, "but by the post chaise."
"True, mother; it can not be that. It may be a spinet. I think it is a spinet. He knows how we have delighted in father's violin. He might like to send me a harp, but what is a spinet but a harp in a box?"
"I think it may be that, Jenny. He would send a spinet by ship, and he knows how much we all love music."
"Yes, and he must see how many girls are adding the music of the spinet to their accomplishments."
"Wouldn't a spinet be rather out of place in a candle shop?" asked the mother.
"Not out of place in the parlor of a candle shop," said Jenny with dignity.
"Do you think that you could learn to play the spinet, Jenny?"
"I would, if Ben were to send me one. I have been true to Ben all along. I have never given him up. He may get out of place in life, but he is sure to get back again. A true heart always does. I am sure that it is a spinet that he will send. I dreamed," she added, "that I heard a humming sound in the air something like a harp. I dreamed it in the morning, and morning dreams come true."
"A humming sound," said Josiah Franklin, who had come within hearing; "there are some things besides spinets that make humming sounds, and Ben must know how poor we are. I am glad that his heart is turning home again, after his scattering adventures with the Governor. It is not every one who goes to sea without a rudder that gets back to port again."