CHAPTER ELEVENTH.
"Beware the bowl! though rich and bright, Its rubies flash upon the sight, An adder coils its depths beneath, Whose lure is woe, whose sting is death." -- STREET.
Mrs.Ross had found a nurse for Mrs.Gibson and a seamstress to help with the sewing; a good many of the needed garments were ordered from New York ready made, and in a few days the invalid was comfortably established in the seaside cottage recommended by Dr.Morton.
In another week, Sally found herself in possession of a wardrobe that more than satisfied her modest desires.

She called at the Crags in her new traveling dress, to say good-bye, looking very neat and lady-like; happy too, in spite of anxiety in regard to her sight.
Not used to the world, timid and retiring, she had felt a good deal of nervous apprehension about taking the journey alone; but business called Mr.Ross to Philadelphia, and he offered to take charge of her and see her safe in the quiet boarding-place already secured for her by Mrs.Edward Allison, to whom Elsie had written on her behalf.
Adelaide had never felt either love or respect for the ill-tempered governess of her younger brothers and sisters, but readily undertook to do a kindness for her child.
"Have you the doctor's address ?" Mr.Ross asked, when taking leave of the girl in her new quarters.
"Yes, sir; Mrs.Travilla gave it to me on a card, and I have it safe.

A letter of introduction too, from Dr.Morton.He says he is not personally acquainted with Dr.Thomson, but knows him well by reputation, and if anybody can help me he can." "That is encouraging, and I hope you will have no difficulty in finding the place.

It is in the next street and only a few squares from here." Sally thought she could find it readily; Mrs.Travilla had given her very careful directions about the streets and numbers in Philadelphia; besides, she could inquire if she were at a loss.
When Mr.Ross returned home, he brought some one with him at sight of whom the Ion children uttered a joyous cry, and who stepping from the carriage, caught their mother in his arms and held her to his heart, as if he meant never to let her go.
"Papa! papa!" cried the children, "we did not know you were coming; mamma did not tell us.

Mamma, did you know ?" "Yes, mamma had known; they saw it in her smiling eyes; and now they knew why it was that she had watched and listened so eagerly for the coming of the carriage; even more so than Aunt Lucy, who was expecting Uncle Philip, and who was very fond of him too.