Grandfather Warren prayed a long, unintelligible prayer over them, helped them into the large, yellow-bottomed chaise which belonged to Grandfather Locke, and the young couple drove to their new home, the old mansion.

Grandfather Locke went away in the same yellow-bottomed chaise a week after, and returned in a few days with a tall lady of fifty by his side--"Marm Tamor," a twig of the Morgeson tree, being his third cousin, whom he had married.

This marriage was Grandfather Locke's last mistake.

He was then near eighty, but lived long enough to fulfill his promises to father.

The next year I was born, and four years after, my sister Veronica.