"Yes, and your guests will think you are as impatient as one," she answered, laughingly. "We must wait a few minutes longer. Mr. Cragmore hasn't come yet." "Cragmore!" cried Mr. Marion, starting to his feet. "O dear," exclaimed his wife, "I didn't intend to tell you he was coming. I knew you hadn't seen the report from Conference yet, and I wanted to surprise you. He has been sent to the Clark Street Church. I met him coming up from the depot this morning, and asked him to dine with us to-night." "Now I do wish I were a school-boy!" exclaimed Mr. Marion, "so that I might give vent to my delight as I used to." "I remember how loud you could whoop when you were two feet six," remarked Mrs. Dameron. "I should not care to risk hearing you, now that you are six feet two." There was a quick ring at the front door, and the next instant Frank Marion and George Cragmore were shaking hands as though they could never stop. "I'm going to see if they fall on each other's necks and weep a la Joseph and his brethren," said Lois, tiptoeing towards the hall. "I've heard so much about George Cragmore, that I feel that I am about to be presented to a whole circus--menagerie and all." "And how are ye, Mistress Marion?" they heard his musical voice say. "Will ye moind that now," commented Lois in an undertone. "How's that for a touch of the rale auld brogue?" He was introduced to the old ladies first, then to the saucy Lois and Jack. Then he caught sight of Herschel. They met with mutual pleasure, and were about cordially to renew their acquaintance, begun that day on the car, when Cragmore glanced across the room and saw Bethany. Both Lois and David noticed the way his face lighted up, and the eagerness with which he went forward to speak to her. That evening was the beginning of several things. The Hebrew class was organized. Mr. Marion had found only two of his teachers willing to undertake the work, but Lois cheerfully allowed herself to be substituted for the third one he had been so sure would join them. "I'll not be here more than long enough to get a good start," she said, "but I'm in for anything that's going--Hebrew or Hopscotch, whichever it happens to be." The twins declined to take any part. "I know it is beyond us," sighed Miss Harriet. "The Latin conjugations were always such a terror to me, and sister never did get her bearings in the German genders." When it came time for the merry party to break up, Frank Marion would not listen to any good-nights from Cragmore. "You're not going away. That's the end of it," he declared. "I'll walk down with you to the hotel, and have your trunk sent up. You're to stay here until you get a boarding place to suit you. I wouldn't let you go then, if I did not know it was essential for you to live nearer your congregation." Mr. Marion walked on ahead, pushing Jack's chair, with Miss Caroline on one side, and Miss Harriet on the other.