"I think," said Mrs. Middleton, "that she looks more like Mr. Ashton than she does like Fanny." "It is similarity of name which makes her resemble him," said Raymond. "Why, is her name Ashton?" asked Middleton. "Yes, sir," said Stanton. "Mebbe she’s your sister, Ashton. But Lord knows she don’t look no more like you than she does like old Josh." "She cannot be my sister," said Ashton, "for I had but one, and she is dead." After breakfast Mr. Middleton ordered out his carriage and bade Ike drive the gentlemen to Frankfort. "I’d go myself," said he, "but I’ve got a fetched headache. Give my love to my gals and tell them I’m comin’ to see ’em shortly. You’d better go to the Whizzakor House, till you find out whether or not Miss Crane ’ll board you." The young men thanked him for his hospitality, and bade him good morning. As they were leaving the yard they passed Bob, who was still limping with the "rheumatiz." Raymond bade Ike stop, while he threw "Bobaway" some pennies. Bob picked them up and looked at them with a rueful face. "What’s the matter, Bobaway?" asked Raymond. "Don’t they suit?" "No, sir," said Bob. "I like fopences; I don’t want nothin’ of these old iron rocks." Each of the men threw Bob a sixpence, for which they were rewarded with a sight of his ivories and a loud "thank-ee-sar." After a ride of two hours they reached the Weisiger House in Frankfort. Soon after arriving there, Mr. Ashton introduced Stanton into one of the best law offices in the town, and then repaired to his former lodgings. In the course of the afternoon Raymond sought out Mr. Miller, and with a somewhat quizzical face handed him Mr. Middleton’s letter of introduction. After reading it, Mr. Miller offered his hand to Raymond, and said, "I am glad, Mr. Raymond, that you happened here just at this time, for my school is large, and I am in want of a classical teacher. You are a graduate of Yale, it seems?" "Yes, sir," returned Raymond; "and by the way, Mr. Middleton told me that you had won a New Haven girl—Miss Kate Wilmot. I knew her very well." "Ah, is it possible?" said Mr. Miller, his face beaming. "Come with me to Mrs. Crane’s," said he. "Kate will be glad to see an old friend." "Thank you," answered Raymond; "but I have a companion with me, a Mr. Stanton, who also knew Miss Wilmot. He is going into a law office here. We both of us intend calling at Mrs. Crane’s this evening, and if possible we shall procure board there." So they parted, and Raymond returned to the Weisiger House, while Mr. Miller hastened home to make some inquiries concerning his new assistant, and to inform Mrs. Crane of her prospect for more boarders.