"Do you suppose that old woman is talking there now, with her nightcapped head poked out of the window?" asked George, as we reached the hotel at B. "For shame!" said I. "Waking up all the people on the road, to inquire the way, with which you were perfectly familiar!" From B. our route lay along the western bank of the beautiful Penobscot. I need not detain you while I rehearse the delightful scenery _en route_ to Bangor; the variegated and gorgeous splendors of the autumnal leaves; the bending boughs, from the abundant ripened fruit, in colors of red, orange, and yellow on one hand, and on the other the bright, glassy waters of the broad river, dotted here and there by the white sails of boats and vessels lying becalmed in the morning sunshine. We reached the village of O., and George made inquiry for the residence of Mr. Kingsbury. "The large white house just across the bridge." "Thank you." And we drove up to the front yard. "Ne-ne-now, Ad, you go up and knock, and call for Miss Kingsbury; ye-ye-you know I st-stutter when I get ex-ex-cited," said George, hitching Simon to the horse-post. "What shall I say to her? and how shall I know Miss Kingsbury from any other lady?" "O, ask for her. I'll compose myself, and follow ri-right up. You'll know her from the description I have given you. Black eyes and hair, full form--O, there is nobody else like her. Come, go up and call for her." "Well, I'll go; and if I get stuck, come quickly to my rescue," I said, turning to the house. "Is _Miss_ Kingsbury at home?" I asked of the young lady who answered my knock. "This person is surely not Miss Jenny," I said to myself; "cross-eyed, blue at that, and light, almost red hair." She smiled, took a second look at me, and said,-- "Who?" "Miss Jenny Kingsbury," I repeated. "Well--yes--I guess she is. Will you walk in?" "No, thank you. Will you please call her out?" And so saying, I beckoned to George. The girl closed the door, and I called to George "to make haste and change places with me." He came up just as the door reopened, and a beautiful dark-eyed woman appeared, whom he greeted as Miss Kingsbury. "I'll see to the horse," I said; and having taken a hurried glance at the young lady, I withdrew. For a full half hour I walked up and down beneath the maples in front of the house, watched the steamer Penobscot, as she came up the river, and from thence turned my attention to a schooner that was endeavoring to enter the cove, not far from the house. A light breeze had sprung up from the westward, and the channel being narrow, there seemed much difficulty in gaining the harbor. Finally George came to the door and beckoned me. I went in, and received an introduction to Mrs. Kingsbury and to Jenny. "O, but she is beautiful," I whispered to George.