“I am writing this in a hurry, as we are going a week before we expected to. I think you will find everything all right. Hepsey will attend to the house-keeping, for I don't suppose you know much about it, coming from the city. She's a good-hearted girl, but she's set in her ways, and you'll have to kinder give in to her, but any time when you can't, just speak to her sharp and she'll do as you tell her. “I have left money enough for the expenses until I come back, in a little box on the top shelf of the closet in the front room, under a pile of blankets and comfortables. The key that unlocks it is hung on a nail driven into the back of the old bureau in the attic. I believe Hepsey is honest and reliable, but I don't believe in tempting folks. “When I get anywhere where I can, I will write and send you my address, and then you can tell me how things are going at home. The catnip is hanging from the rafters in the attic, in case you should want some tea, and the sassafras is in the little drawer in the bureau that's got the key hanging behind it. “If there's anything else you should want, I reckon Hepsey will know where to find it. Hoping that this will find you enjoying the great blessing of good health, I remain, “Your Affectionate Aunt, “JANE HATHAWAY. “P. S. You have to keep a lamp burning every night in the east window of the attic. Be careful that nothing catches afire.” The maid was waiting, in fear and trembling, for she did not know what directions her eccentric mistress might have left. “Everything is all right, Hepsey,” said Miss Thorne, pleasantly, “and I think you and I will get along nicely. Did Miss Hathaway tell you what room I was to have?” “No'm. She told me you was to make yourself at home. She said you could sleep where you pleased.” “Very well, I will go up and see for myself. I would like my tea at six o'clock.” She still held the letter in her hand, greatly to the chagrin of Hepsey, who was interested in everything and had counted upon a peep at it. It was not Miss Hathaway's custom to guard her letters and she was both surprised and disappointed. As Ruth climbed the narrow stairway, the quiet, old-fashioned house brought balm to her tired soul. It was exquisitely clean, redolent of sweet herbs, and in its atmosphere was a subtle, Puritan restraint.