What do you think?
Shall we take dinner at the dining-house to-day ?" I said that I should be very much pleased to do so.
Not long after, Edith came to me, smiling, and said: "Last night, as I was thinking what I could do to make you feel at home until you came to be a little more used to us and our ways, an idea occurred to me.

What would you say if I were to introduce you to some very nice people of your own times, whom I am sure you used to be well acquainted with ?" I replied, rather vaguely, that it would certainly be very agreeable, but I did not see how she was going to manage it.
"Come with me," was her smiling reply, "and see if I am not as good as my word." My susceptibility to surprise had been pretty well exhausted by the numerous shocks it had received, but it was with some wonderment that I followed her into a room which I had not before entered.

It was a small, cosy apartment, walled with cases filled with books.
"Here are your friends," said Edith, indicating one of the cases, and as my eye glanced over the names on the backs of the volumes, Shakespeare, Milton, Wordsworth, Shelley, Tennyson, Defoe, Dickens, Thackeray, Hugo, Hawthorne, Irving, and a score of other great writers of my time and all time, I understood her meaning.

She had indeed made good her promise in a sense compared with which its literal fulfillment would have been a disappointment.

She had introduced me to a circle of friends whom the century that had elapsed since last I communed with them had aged as little as it had myself.