Most devoutly did Mrs. Lennox and Aunt Hannah hope that Tom would return to New York without honoring the farmhouse with a call; but unfortunately for them he came that very afternoon, and instead of throwing obstacles in Aunt Betsy’s way, urged her warmly to make the proposed visit.

“Mother would be so glad to see an old neighbor,” the honest youth said, “for she did not know many folks in the city.  ’Till had made some flashy acquaintances, of whom he did not think much, and they kept a few boarders, but nobody had called, and mother was real lonesome.  He wished Miss Barlow would come; she would have no difficulty in finding them,” and on a bit of paper he marked out the route of the Fourth Avenue cars, which passed their door, and which Aunt Betsy would take after arriving at the New Haven depot.  “If he knew when she was coming he would meet her,” he said, but Aunt Betsy could not tell; she was not quite certain whether she should go at all, she was so violently opposed.

Still she did not give it up entirely, and when, a few days after Tom’s return to New York, there came a pressing invitation from the daughter Matilda, or Mattie, as she signed herself, the fever again ran high, and this time with but little hope of its abating.

“We shall be delighted, both mother and me,” Mattie wrote.  “I will show you all the lions of the city, and when you get tired of us you can go up to Mrs. Cameron’s.  I know exactly where they live, and have seen her at the opera in full dress, looking like a queen.”

Over the last part of this letter Aunt Betsy pondered for some time.  That as good an orthodox as Miss Tubbs should let her girl go to the opera, passed her.  She had wondered at Helen’s going, but then she was a ’Piscopal, and them ‘Piscopals had queer notions about usin’ the world and not abusin’ it.  Still, as Helen did not attend the theatre and did attend the opera, there must be a difference in the two places, and into the old lady’s heart there slowly crept the thought that possibly she might try the opera too, if ’Tilda Tubbs would go, and promise never to tell the folks at Silverton!  She should like to see what it was, and also what full dress meant, though she s’posed it was pilin’ on all the clothes you had so as to make a show; but if she wore her black silk gown with her best bunnet and shawl, she guessed that would be dress enough for her.

This settled, Aunt Betsy began to devise the best means of getting off with the least opposition.  Both Morris and her brother would be absent from town during the next week, and she finally resolved to take that opportunity for starting on her visit to New York, wisely concluding to keep her own counsel until she was quite ready.  Accordingly, on the very day Morris and the deacon left Silverton, she announced her intention so quietly and decidedly that further opposition was useless, and Mrs. Lennox did what she could to make her aunt presentable.  And Aunt Betsy