All that night a trembling, excited old woman lay and stared at the rafters.  She, who had never been more than six miles from home in her life, was going to drive thirty miles away—­it was like going to another world.  She who had never seen anything more exciting than church supper was to see the county fair.  To Mehetabel it was like making the tour of the world.  She had never dreamed of doing it.  She could not at all imagine what would be like.

Nor did the exhortations of the family, as they bade good-by to her, throw any light on her confusion.  They had all been at least once to the scene of gayety she was to visit, and as she tried to eat her breakfast they called out conflicting advice to her till her head whirled.  Sophie told her to be sure and see the display of preserves.  Her brother said not to miss inspecting the stock, her niece said the fancywork was the only thing worth looking at and her nephews said she must bring them home an account of the races.  The buggy drove up to the door, she was helped in, and her wraps tucked about her.  They all stood together and waved good-by to her as she drove out of the yard.  She waved back, but she scarcely saw them.  On her return home that evening she was very pale, and so tired and stiff that her brother had to lift her out bodily, but her lips were set in a blissful smile.  They crowded around her with thronging questions, until Sophia pushed them all aside, telling them Aunt Mehetabel was too tired to speak until she had had her supper.  This was eaten in an enforced silence on the part of the children, and then the old woman was helped into an easy-chair before the fire.  They gathered about her, eager for news of the great world, and Sophia said, “Now, come, Mehetabel, tell us all about it!”

Mehetabel drew a long breath.  “It was just perfect!” she said; “finer even than I thought.  They’ve got it hanging up in the very middle of a sort o’ closet made of glass, and one of the lower corners is ripped and turned back so’s to show the seams on the wrong side.”

“What?” asked Sophia, a little blankly.

“Why, the quilt!” said Mehetabel in surprise.  “There are a whole lot of other ones in that room, but not one that can hold a candle to it, if I do say it who shouldn’t.  I heard lots of people say the same thing.  You ought to have heard what the women said about that corner, Sophia.  They said—­well, I’d be ashamed to tell you what they said.  I declare if I wouldn’t!”

Mr. Elwell asked, “What did you think of that big ox we’ve heard so much about?”

“I didn’t look at the stock,” returned his sister indifferently.  “That set of pieces you gave me, Maria, from your red waist, come out just lovely!” she assured one of her nieces.  “I heard one woman say you could ’most smell the red silk roses.”

“Did any of the horses in our town race?” asked young Thomas.

“I didn’t see the races.”