THE DEAN SEES THE STAR They arrived at Nantic a little past noon, after leaving Washington on the midnight express.

There was no stop-over at New York in the morning, the train going straight through to New England, and here they found the first snowstorm.
"There are the old gray rock walls, bless them," exclaimed the Dean, delightedly, "and the evergreens.

The west may keep its towering white pines, but give me the old hemlocks and junipers, with the birches and oaks behind them." Kit was so glad to see Mr.Briggs' smiling face on the platform at Nantic that she almost threw her arms around him, as she jumped from the platform of the train.
"Well, well," he ejaculated, "didn't expect to see you around so soon, Miss Robbins.

Come to stay a while?
Brought company with you, too, didn't you?
Home folks or just visitors ?" "Home folks," said the Dean, directly behind them, as he extended his hand, "who haven't been home in thirty years." "You don't say so," Mr.Briggs smiled at him, curiously.

"Well, you won't find many things changed around here in only that time.