“Oh, dear papa, to think that you should remember my taste for milk toast and chicken, and bring them to me! This is killing the fatted calf, indeed,” said Jennie gratefully as she took the tray upon her lap. Mr. Campbell then sat down on the vacant seat with the baby in his arms; but he made no reply except by a smile. The train started. “Oh, dear,” said Jennie, “we are carrying off the crockery ware!” “Not at all,” replied the father. “The return train will bring them back and leave them at this station. Such is the arrangement.” “Then my mind is easy. Did you get anything to eat, papa dear?” “Oh, yes; a slice of cold beef and a cup of coffee while they were fixing up your tray.” “I am glad,” said Jennie; and she gave her attention to her tray, and exhibited such a healthy appetite that not a crumb or a drop was left when she finished her meal and put the little service under the seat. The train rushed on, nor stopped again until nearly sunset, when it ran in at the station of York. Here the father and daughter got off to take a branch line to Chuxton, the nearest railway station to Haymore. Willingly would the curate have stayed here overnight to show his daughter the great cathedral city, which she had never seen, had not two good reasons prevented—first, his poverty, which could not bear the expense; secondly, the anxiety of the wife and mother at home to see her long-absent daughter, which, he knew, could not tolerate the delay. “Some day we will return to see this ancient city, my dear; but to-day we must hurry home to your mother,” he said as he led her into the waiting-room to stay till their train should be ready to start. There the “little angel” awoke in no angelic temper, but impatient to be nursed. Jennie took her into the dressing-room, where she attended to all her needs, and presently brought her back smiling and good-natured to the arms of her grandfather. “I foresee what an idol the grandmother will make of this little one,” he said as he received her. “The idea of calling my pretty young mamma a grandmother! It is well she is not a woman of fashion, or she would be disgusted,” said Jennie, laughing.