"That is well done," said he. "I shall wish you to stay until the day after to-morrow, if you will. So you will please add another day." I amended the statement and he paid me the handsome sum of seven dollars. I remember that after I went to my room that night I stitched up the opening in my jacket pocket, which contained my wealth, with the needle and thread which Aunt Deel had put in my bundle, and slept with the jacket under my mattress. The Senator and I were up at five o'clock and at work in the garden. What a contrast to see him spading in his old farm suit! Mrs. Wright cooked our breakfast and called us in at six. I remember we were fixing the fence around his pasture lot that day when a handsomely dressed gentleman came back in the field. Mr. Wright was chopping at a small spruce. "Is Senator Wright here?" the stranger inquired of me. I pointed to the chopper. "I beg your pardon--I am looking for the distinguished United States Senator," he explained with a smile. Again I pointed at the man with the ax and said: "That is the Senator." Often I have thought of the look of astonishment on the face of the stranger as he said: "Will you have the kindness to tell him that General Macomb would like to speak with him?" I halted his ax and conveyed the message. "Is this the hero of Plattsburg?" Mr. Wright asked. "Well, I have been there," said the General. They shook hands and went up to the house together. I walked back to the hills that evening. There I found a letter from Sally. She and her mother, who was in ill health, were spending the summer with relatives at Portsmouth, New Hampshire. She wrote of riding and fishing and sailing, but of all that she wrote I think only of these words now: