IN BOSTON The next day the Maynards started for Boston.

That is, their destination was Boston, but Mr.and Mrs.Maynard had decided to go by very short stages, and stop several times on the way.
And so they spent one night at New London, two or three more at Newport and Narragansett Pier, and so on to Boston.
It was too early in the season for the summer crowds at the watering places, but though the gay life was absent, they enjoyed their stay at each place.
It was all so novel to the children that the days passed like a swiftly moving panorama, and they went from one scene to another, always sure of experiencing some new pleasure.
* * * * * One warm and pleasant afternoon the big car swung into Boston, and deposited its occupants at a pleasant hotel on a broad and beautiful avenue.
As Mr.Maynard registered at the office, the clerk handed him a budget of mail.

It was not unusual for him to find letters awaiting him at the various hotels, but this time there were also four post-cards for the children.
"Who can have written to us ?" exclaimed Marjorie, as she took hers.

"I don't know this hand-writing; I'm sure I never saw it before." She turned the card over, and saw a picture of the State House, one of Boston's principal places of interest.

Beneath the picture was written: "Please come and visit me; I am the place you want to see." "How funny," said Marjorie.