There was a sound of rattling wheels at this moment, and anon there camea brush and flutter of garments, and Diana rushed in, all breezy with thefreshness of out-door air, and caught Mrs. Pitkin inside her arms and kissedher first and then the deacon with effusion.

"Here I come for Thanksgiving," she exclaimed, in a rich, clear tone, "andhere," she added, drawing a roll of bills from her bosom, and putting itinto the deacon's hand, "here's the interest money for this decade. I gotit all myself, because I wanted to show you I could be good forsomething."

"Thank you, dear daughter," said Mrs. Pitkin. "I felt sure some way wouldbe found and now I look at _what_." She added, kissing Diana and patting herrosy cheek, "a somewhat pleasant, beautiful way it is, too."