205 
Two Far Journeys 
“Just think how much cheaper it woi d 
you,” said Mrs. Cotton one day; “ and .iu 
housekeeping to bother with, how much nm. 
leisure time you would have.” 
“ I don’t know how I would employ my leis.u 
more profitably,” said mistress, “ than in maintain 
ing the dear home on which my boy’s tenderest 
thoughts are centred, and around which cluster 
those sacred memories that form the very ground- 
work of a wholesome and rugged life. The very 
first letter he wrote me started out : * I am seated 
by my window as the sun is setting over my dear 
western home.’ Now, would he have such fond 
thoughts of his home, and would he be likely to 
connect it with the beautiful spectacle of the setting 
sun, were it reduced to a room in a boarding- 
house ? ” 
“ Again you have convinced me that your way 
of thinking is right,” said Mrs. Cotton. 
And so now, although Guy is no longer with us, 
we are still in our dear home on Elmwood Place. 
When the pleasant weather came again, mistress 
began to make ready, as usual, for her summer out- 
ing. Of course, we did not expect her to take us 
along this time, because we had heard that she was 
