"I am not so sure of that," said the Invalid.
And so we turned our faces northward, not without a lingering sorrow at leaving the home where we had spent so many sweet and sunny days.
"Good-bye, Paradise Plantation," said Merry as the little white house under the live-oak receded from our view as we stood upon the steamer's deck.
"It was not so inappropriately named," said the Invalid. "Our life there has surely been more nearly paradisiacal than any other we have known."
And to this even the Pessimist assented.
Louise Seymour Houghton.
THROUGH THE YELLOWSTONE PARK TO FORT CUSTER.
CONCLUDING PAPER.
It was about 8.30 a. m. before the boat was found, some travellers having removed it from the place where Baronette had cachéd it. A half hour sufficed to wrap a tent-cover neatly around the bottom and to tack it fast on the thwarts. Then two oblongs of flat wood were nailed on ten feet of pine-stems and called oars; and, so equipped, we were ready to start.