So they all went in. The room was a very pleasant room, indeed. It was large and it was in perfect order. There was a very spacious fire-place in it, but scarcely any fire. As it was summer, no fire was necessary. At one side of the room, near a window, there was a table, which Ellen said was _her_ table. There were two drawers in this table. These drawers contained books, and papers, and various articles of apparatus for writing and drawing. In one corner of one of the drawers there was a little paint box. There was a small bedroom adjoining the room where the children were. They all pretty soon heard a voice calling from this room, in a pleasant tone, “Ellen, bring the children in here.” “Yes; come Rolfy,” said Ellen—“and Annie—come and see aunt.” So all the children went into their aunt’s room. They found her half-sitting and half-lying upon her sofa, by a pleasant window, which looked out upon a green yard and upon an orchard which was beyond the yard. She was sewing. She looked pale, but she seemed contented and happy—and she said that she was very glad to see Rodolphus and Annie. She talked with them some time, and then asked Ellen to get them some luncheon. Ellen accordingly went into the other room and set the table for luncheon, by _her_ window as she called it. This window was a very pleasant one, near her table. The luncheon consisted of a pie, some cake, warm from the oven, and some baked apples, and cream. Ellen said that she made the cake, and the pie, and baked the apples herself. The children ate their luncheon together very happily, and then spent some time in walking about the yards, the barns, and the garden, to see what was to be seen. Rodolphus walked about quietly and behaved well. In fact, he was always a good boy at his aunt’s, and obeyed all her directions—she would not allow him to do otherwise. At length Rodolphus and Annie set out on their return home. It was a long walk, but in due time they reached home in safety. Rodolphus determined not to give the money back to his father, and so he hid it in a crevice, which he found in a part of the fence behind his rabbit house. He put the rabbits in their house, and put a board up before the door to keep them in. That night when Mrs. Linn took off Annie’s stockings by the kitchen fire, when she was going to put her to bed, she found them very damp. “Why, Annie,” she said, “what makes your stockings so damp? You must have got into the water somewhere to-day.” Annie did not answer. Rodolphus had enjoined it upon her not to tell their mother of their adventure on the raft, and so she did not know what to say. “Damp?” said Rodolphus. “Are they damp? Let me feel.” So he began to feel of Annie’s stockings. “No,” said he, “they are not damp. _I_ can’t feel that they are damp.” “They certainly are,” said his mother. “They are very damp indeed.”