"That is certainly worth knowing," said Mrs. Redmond, "and I hope that we can see the stone before we go." "Well, it's only fair," continued Amy, "to tell you that some learned people do not believe in the Norse theory." "Perhaps it's like the inscription on the Dighton rock," interposed Priscilla, "that they now think was made by Indians." "Yes," added Amy, "but the strange thing is that a few years ago a second stone was found about a mile away from the other, and the inscription on it was almost the same." "Well," exclaimed Martine, "it doesn't matter whether the Norsemen really were here or not, as long as we can imagine that they may have been. I like the romantic part of history, if it gives you something entertaining to think about. It's all the same whether or not it is true." After which heretical sentiment, Priscilla, Plymouth-born Priscilla, felt herself to be farther away than ever from Martine. When Priscilla nestled down beside Mrs. Redmond to watch the growth of her sketch, Martine became impatient. "Let us go back. We've seen everything there is to see in this part of the town, and perhaps I shall have time for a letter or two before dinner." "I'll go with you," responded Amy. "I have some packing to do." "Packing?" "Oh, just to rearrange some of my things." "Very well," said Mrs. Redmond. "Priscilla and I will wait until this sketch is finished, and then we'll return by the electric car." "Any one would know that you and your mother are from Boston," said Martine, turning to Amy with a laugh. "I have heard my father say that Bostonians are the only people in the world who take the trouble to say 'electric cars.'" "What do others say?" "Why, trolley, of course. They'd laugh at you if you said anything else in Chicago." "You're pretty rapid in Chicago." "And you are rather--well, rather slow in Boston." CHAPTER II LOST AND FOUND Amy's face was flushed, her hat slightly askew, and she felt even more uncomfortable than she looked. It was all on account of her lost keys. For ten minutes or more she had been bending over boxes, and poking among all kinds of things in the shed near the wharf, in the vain hope that she might find what she had lost. When she had discovered that the keys were missing, Priscilla volunteered to help her find them. As the discovery had been made at the very moment when the carriage was at the door to take them for an afternoon drive, Amy insisted that the others should go without her, since it was evidently her duty to search for the missing. "Let me go with you," Priscilla had urged. "When we find the keys we can go sightseeing by ourselves. It will be just as good fun as driving." Thus Amy and Priscilla made their way by themselves to the wharf, while Mrs. Redmond and Martine were driven in the direction of Milton.