Here they kept open house, entertaining a large circle of relatives and friends drawn thither, by a desire to see this great world’s fair.

The Dalys were with them, husband and wife each in the same capacity as at Ion, which left Mr. and Mrs. Travilla free to come and go as they wished, either with or without their children.

They kept their own carriages and horses and when at home drove almost daily to the Exhibition.

Going there with parents and tutor, and being able to devote so much time to it, the young people gathered a great store of general information.

Poor Molly’s inability to walk, shut her out from several of the buildings, but she gave the more time and careful study to those whose contents were brought within her reach by the rolling chairs.

Her cousins gave her glowing descriptions of the treasures of the Art building, Horticultural Hall, Women’s Department, etc., and sincerely sympathized with her in her deprivation of the pleasure of examining them for herself.

But Molly was learning submission and contentment with her lot, and would smilingly reply that she considered herself highly favored in being able to see so much, since there were millions of people even in our own land, who could not visit the Exhibition at all.

One morning, early in the season, when as yet the crowd was not very great, the whole family had gone in a body to Machinery Hall to see the Corliss engine.

They were standing near it, silently gazing, when a voice was heard in the rear.

“Ah, ha! ah, ha! um h’m; ah, ha! what think ye o’ that now, my lads? is it worth looking at?”

“That it is, sir!” responded a younger voice in manly tones, full of admiration, while at the same instant, Elsie turned quickly round with the exclamation, “Cousin Ronald!”

“Cousin Elsie,” he responded, as hand grasped hand in cordial greeting.

“I’m so glad to see you!” she said.  “But why did you not let us know you were coming?  Did you not receive my invitation?”

“No, I did not, cousin, and thought to give you a surprise.  Ah, Travilla, the sight of your pleasant face does one good like a medicine.

“And these bonny lads and lasses; can they be the little bairns of eight years ago?  How they have grown and increased in number too?” he said, glancing around the little circle.

He shook hands with each, then introduced his sons, two tall, well built, comely young men, aged respectively twenty and twenty-two, whom he had brought with him over the sea.

Malcom was the name of the eldest, the other he called Hugh.

They had arrived in Philadelphia only the day before, and were putting up at the Continental.

“That will not do at all, Cousin Ronald,” Elsie said when told this.  “You must all come immediately to us, and make our house your home as long as you stay.”