"Yes. We used to have a great many roses," explained the younger sister, as she led the way into the next room as if she were asking Eleanor into a palace, though this room was almost as bare of furniture as the other, the chief difference being an upright case which was manifestly a folding-bed, and a table on which were a score of books, and a few old daguerreotypes. "Your friend, Mr. Marvel, was here the other day. What a nice young man he is." "Yes," said Eleanor. "I am going out to see him. Where has he moved to?" Miss Pansy said she did not know the street; but her sister had the address. She would go and see. When she came back, she went over and opened the old Bible lying on the table. "Here is where we keep the addresses of those we especially value," she said, smiling. "Oh! here it is. When he was here the other day, he brought us a treat; a whole half-dozen oranges; won't you let me prepare you one? They are so delicious." Eleanor, who had been holding a bank-note clutched in her hand, thanked her with a smile, but said she must go. She walked across the room, and took up the Bible casually, and when she laid it down it gaped a little in a new place. "Oh, you know we have had quite an adventure," said Miss Pansy. "An adventure? Tell me about it." "Why, you must know there is a young man here I am sure must be some one in disguise. He is so--well, not exactly handsome, but really distinguished looking, and he knows all about railroads and things like that." "You'd better look out for him," said Miss Leigh. "Oh, do you think so? My sister and I were thinking of consulting him about our affairs--our railroad case, you know." "Oh! Well, what do you know about him?" "Nothing yet. You see, he has just come; but he joined us on the street this morning when we were going out--just shopping--and offered to take our bundles--just two little bundles we had in our hands, and was so polite. My dear, he has quite the grand air!" "Oh, I see. Well, that does not necessarily make him a safe adviser. Why not let me ask my father about your matter? He is a railroad man, and could tell you in a minute all about it." "Oh, could you? That would be so kind in you." "But you must tell me the name of the road in which you had the stock." "Oh, my dear. I don't know that I can do that. I only know that it was the Transcontinental and something and something else. I know that much, because it was only about sixty miles long, and we used to say that the name was longer than the road. My father used to say that it would some day be a link in a transcontinental chain--that's where it got its name, you know." "Well, look out for your prince in disguise," said the girl, smiling as she rose to take her leave.