That saved the situation, and after a few days of rest and necessary shopping, we started for our old home in Nantucket.

Such a welcome as the baby and I had from my mother and father and all old friends! But I saw sadness in their faces, and I heard it in their voices, for no one thought I could possibly live.

I felt, however, sure it was not too late.

I knew the East wind's tonic would not fail me, its own child.
Stories of our experiences and misfortunes were eagerly listened to, by the family, and betwixt sighs and laughter they declared they were going to fill some boxes which should contain everything necessary for comfort in those distant places.

So one room in our old house was set apart for this; great boxes were brought, and day by day various articles, useful, ornamental, and comfortable, and precious heirlooms of silver and glass, were packed away in them.