"King Pang is trying to keep his fires to the front; but his '_ads_' will cost him something," laughed Bombs scornfully; "for there are others and others and they are going to make a big show of everything, from a razor-back porker to a Golden Rule Mayor. It will be tedious." "Everything '_from a jackass to a lyre_,' as the Romans say," remarked Miss Drawling. "Yes, and you might spell it l-i-a-r," sneered Bombs. "I don't believe Pang will be there." "Then why do you go so soon?" asked Mrs. Schwarmer. "You will die of _te-di-um_--not _te-deum_. There! Mr. Bombs you have spoiled me. I never made a pun before in my life. I had rather make a pie than a pun." They all laughed and Bombs said he "must obey his royal father's mandate, and find out all he could about Pang's trade, with or without King Pang's aid." "Perhaps if you will wait a little we will go with you and try to divide the tedium into shares," suggested Mrs. Schwarmer, whereupon there occurred a large amount of social banter which finally ended in a declaration from the ladies that if he would _wait_ they would surely accompany him; and a declaration from _him_ that if _they_ would surely accompany him, _he_ would surely wait. "And you, Miss Adelaide, and Mr. Schwarmer--you will go and take shares with us, will you not?" asked Bombs. "Say no, father. We don't want any stock in the Chicago Jubilee. Let's stay here together," said Adelaide. "Of course we will stay and keep house, Addie--that is, eat up our dividends, so to speak." "Good! Good!" laughed Adelaide. "Indeed, Miss Adelaide! Won't you feel rather lonely to have us all flit away?" "No, Mr. Bombs. I can go to see Ruth every day and the faithful Dombey will be my escort. I like it here. It's so beautiful, still and sweet. I would not go to Chicago and be in all that smoke, dust, fire, dynamite and stuff for anything. O how happy we are going to be here, aren't we father?" "Yes, Addie, quite comfortable, I reckon. Of course we shall miss them, most assuredly we shall; but we'll try and not grow thin over it," laughed Schwarmer. The next day after their departure Adelaide went to see Ruth and took her mother's journal as she had promised. "You see how dearly I prize it," she said, taking off the rose-scented covering. "I have had it rebound and adorned with her own portrait and those of other _Friends_ so far as I can find them--every one she mentioned in the Journal--William Penn, Elizabeth Fry, Lucretia Mott and many others." She handed it to Ruth to look at the portraits. It was bound in soft gray plush and had bands and clasps of solid silver. "O how delicate and shining!" exclaimed Ruth taking it tenderly from her hand--"like her quiet, cheerful spirit I fancy." "Yes, that's the way I tried to have it seem," replied Adelaide brushing away a tear; "but I didn't know as you would understand it. Her dresses are all of this dove-like tint. Sometimes when I am alone I put them on."