It was not yet noon when they reached Newburgh, pausing in the southern suburbs, where, on a hill overlooking the river, stood a gray old building which the captain pointed out as the Hasbrouck House. They had soon climbed the hill and were standing on the porch, thinking with a thrill of feeling, as they glanced about them and down at the river, that here Washington had stood in days long gone by and gazed upon the same scenes, probably but little changed since then. Grandma Elsie, the captain, and Mr. Leland had all been there before, and presently pointed out to the others various historic places--Pollopel's Island, Fishkill, New Windsor, Plumb Point, and the Beacon Hills; also, through the gateway in the Highlands formed by Breakneck and Butter hills, glimpse of distant West Point and the mountains that surround it. Then they went inside the dwelling, passing first into a large square room which they were told was used by Washington as a dining hall and for his public audiences. "Notice the doors and windows, children," said the captain. "Windows, papa! why, there is only one!" exclaimed Elsie. "Ah! and how many doors?" he asked. "Why, seven!" cried Neddie; "I've counted them." "Yes, you are right," said his father. "That"--pointing to one on the left--"opens into what was Washington's sitting room; the other, on the same side, into his bedroom." "There is no plaster on this ceiling," remarked Edward Leland, looking up. "But those great, heavy beams make it look very strong as well as old-fashioned." "Yes," said Captain Raymond; "they are nine inches wide and fourteen deep. This part of the house is nearly one hundred and fifty years old." "How much of it, papa?" asked Lucilla. "This large room and the two bedrooms there on the north side. That part was built in 1750, was it not?" he asked, turning to the woman who had admitted them. "Yes, sir," she replied. "Some time after the kitchen; that is on the south side. In 1770 they added to the west side. The dates are cut in the stone of the walls." "What a very big fireplace that is!" remarked Little Elsie--"the largest I ever saw." "Almost big enough to roast an ox in, I should say," said Edward Leland. "A small bullock probably," said his father. "Who owns this house now?" asked the boy, turning to the woman. "The State of New York," she answered. "It used to belong to the Hasbrouck family, but the State bought it to keep as a relic of the Revolution." "I am glad they did," said Lucilla. "I think everything that Washington ever used should be kept in memory of him." "Yes, indeed," assented the woman. Then, leading the way, "And we have a cabinet here of relics of the Revolution which I am sure will interest you." All were much interested in what she showed them, especially in some muskets, of which she said, "They are some of those bought in France by Lafayette, with his own money, and presented to his own favorite corps of light infantry."