No doubt we are all related, if we could only go back far enough in tracing out our genealogies." "To Father Adam, for instance," remarked Mr.Travilla, laughingly.
"Or good old Noah, or even his son Japheth," rejoined Harry, leading the way to a family carriage sufficiently roomy to hold them all comfortably.
"Your checks, if you please, aunt and cousins; and Simon here will attend to your luggage.

Servants' also." Elsie turned her head to see a young colored man, bowing, scraping, and grinning from ear to ear, in whom she perceived a faint resemblance to the lad Simon of four years ago.
"You hain't forgot me, miss ?" he said.

"I'm still at de ole place wid Miss Wealthy." She gave him a smile and a nod, dropping a gold dollar into his hand along with her checks; the gentlemen said, "How d'ye do," and were equally generous, and he went off chuckling.
As they drew near their destination, a quaint little figure could be seen standing at the gate in the shade of a maple tree, whose leaves of mingled green and scarlet, just touched by the September frosts, made a brilliant contrast to the sober hue of her dress.
"There she is! our dear old auntie!" cried Elsie with eager delight, that brought a flush of pleasure to Harry's face.
Miss Stanhope's greetings were characteristic.

"Elsie! my darling! I have you again after all these years! Mrs.Vanilla too! how kind! but you tell me your face is always that.

Horace, nephew, this _is_ good of you! And Mr.Torville, I'm as glad as the rest to see you.