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did you say you was from ? Pennsylvany ? " 

 And when I said, " Oil no, Massachusetts, 

 twice as far as that," she could only repeat, 

 " Oh, Lor' ! '* Her grandson was at work 

 in the park, and she had come down to live 

 with him and his wife. But she should n't 

 live long. 



The wonder of this new world was still 

 strong upon her. " Them moniment things 

 they 've put up," she said, " have you seen 

 'em ? Men cut in a rock ! — three of 'em ? 

 Have you seen 'em ? Ain't they a sight to 

 see ? " She referred to the granite monu- 

 ments of the regulars, on which are life-size 

 figures in high relief. And had I seen the 

 tower on the hill, she proceeded to ask, — an 

 open iron structure, — and what did I think 

 of that f She would n't go up in it for a 

 bushel of money. " Oh yes, you would," I 

 told her. " You would like it, I 'm sure." 

 But she stuck to her story. She would n't 

 do it for a bushel of money. She should 

 be dizzy ; and she threw up her hands, lit- 

 erally, at the very thought, while her grand- 

 daughter sat and smiled at my waste of 

 breath. I asked if many visitors came here. 

 " Oh, Lor', yes ! " the old lady answered. 



