who, seeing her nervousness and hearing her excited voice, scented mischief, of course, and notwithstanding that she declared she was Mrs. Rossiter-Browne, of Ridgeville, a church member in good standing, and asked if they thought she would do a thing she believed was wrong, they answered that her idea of wrong and theirs might not agree, and they went to the bottom of her largest trunk, and found the silk dress she had bought for her friend, Mrs. Boughton, who had told her “to get one worth four dollars a yard, but not to give over two, and on no account pay duty.”

“I trust to your Yankee wit to get it through,” Mrs. Boughton had written, citing several instances where similar things had been done and no lies told either!

And it was this particular dress at the very bottom of her trunk for which Mrs. Browne felt the most anxiety.  But the remorseless officers found it, and found a plush table-spread she had bought in Paris and a cushion to match, and, as they held them up, they facetiously asked her to what church she belonged.

She told them none of their business, and as her principles and patience were both at a low ebb by this time, and the meaning of rendering to Caesar the things which were Caesar’s did not seem at all clear to her, she whispered fiercely to her husband: 

“Ike, you fool, why don’t you fee ’em?  I can’t have ’em riddlen’ all them tother trunks, with my seal-skin, and Gusty’s fur-lined cloak, and Allen’s new overcoat, and that clock and mosaic table.  Fee ’em high, too, and do it quick! there’s that wretch now liftin’ out a tray!”

To those who have witnessed similar scenes it is needless to say that by some magic the search was stopped, and neither Mrs. Browne’s seal-skin, nor Augusta’s fur-lined cloak, nor Allen’s overcoat were molested, and the ten trunks were chalked and deposited in the express wagons, and the Rossiter-Brownes, with Lord Hardy and Daisy, were driven to the Windsor.

Meantime Daisy had cried a good deal, and leaned her head against Augusta and once against Lord Hardy’s arm, and sobbed: 

“Oh, Teddy, you knew my Archie, and know just how good and patient he was, and how lonely I shall be without him.  Oh, what shall I do?”

Teddy did not suggest anything she could do, though he naturally thought she would go home at once; and Mrs. Browne thought so, too, when she had recovered from her encounter with the custom-house officers and could think of anything.  But she would not be the first to suggest it outright.  She merely said it was a pity that Mrs. McPherson could not see anything of America except New York, which was much like any great city.

“Yes,” Daisy sobbed, “such a pity, and I had anticipated so much.  Oh, Mrs. Browne, I do want to do right, and you must advise me.  Now that I am here, and poor, dear Archie is dead and buried, and I can do him no good by going back at once, do you think it would look very bad and heartless in me if I stay a little while—­just long enough to see your lovely country home, and rest?  I am so tired!” and as Allen happened to be the nearest to her, she leaned her head against him and cried aloud.