"I wish you could, dear," said Mrs. Burn, "because I like to have little girls around me—especially little girls who love flowers as you two do. But I’ll tell you," she added comfortingly, "you’ve found the way out here now and the next time you come to Boston, which will be some time soon, let’s hope, you come and see me the very first day and stay as long as ever you can." Mary Jane promised and then she took a last glimpse at the fountain of goldfish before Miss Burn took them back to Boston and their hotel. "When I have a house," she said as she dropped off to sleep that evening, "I’m going to have a garden just like Miss Burn’s with goldfish and one silver fish and tea and lobster salad sandwiches and everything!" *THE LAST DAY IN BOSTON—AND HOME* The last morning in Boston! Mary Jane blinked at the bright sunshine that streamed in at the window and asked sleepily, "What are we going to do to-day, Mother?" "_Mother!_" exclaimed Alice, suddenly wide awake, "we forgot to go to Concord! And my teacher told me surely, surely we must take that ride up through Sleepy Hollow and Concord." "Don’t you worry a minute, dear," said Mrs. Merrill, "I’m as anxious to take that ride as you are. In fact I had Hal get the seats in the automobile yesterday evening, so there would be no doubt about our being able to go this morning. I’ve never taken it either, you know, so we’ll be seeing things together. Now everybody up and see who can beat getting dressed and ready for breakfast." When they stepped up to the big sightseeing car, an hour and a half later, they found that Uncle Hal had bought their seats for the front row which pleased them very much. Mary Jane liked to see things without dodging the head of somebody in front, and Alice and Mrs. Merrill liked to be close to the man who tells about the historic scenes on the way, so they could ask questions and could hear everything that was said. The car soon filled up with interested sightseers and the journey was begun. Alice eagerly listened to all that was told and fitted it into what she knew of early American history. The old church where the lights were hung to give the signal to Paul Revere; the road he dashed across on his long journey—marked now, by a big bronze tablet which the girls got out of the car to read; the "green" where one of the early battles was fought—Alice had read all the stories and seemed to live over the scenes as she saw the famous sites. Of course Mary Jane didn’t know as much history as her sister did, but she knew something of the historical stories, as all American girls should even if they are only in first grade, and she learned more history in that two hours of riding than she would have learned in a month of reading. It didn’t seem like history out of a book, it seemed like really truly—as it was. The car turned down a long, shady road and came to a stop by a tiny wooden bridge.