Fosdick, who seemed to be making a royal progress from house to
house in the inland neighborhood, after the fashion of Queen
Elizabeth. One Sunday after another came and went, disappointing
Mrs. Todd in the hope of seeing her guest at church and fixing the
day for the great visit to begin; but Mrs. Fosdick was not ready to
commit herself to a date. An assurance of "some time this week"
was not sufficiently definite from a free-footed housekeeper's
point of view, and Mrs. Todd put aside all herb-gathering plans,
and went through the various stages of expectation, provocation,
and despair. At last she was ready to believe that Mrs. Fosdick
must have forgotten her promise and returned to her home, which was
vaguely said to be over Thomaston way. But one evening, just as
the supper-table was cleared and "readied up," and Mrs. Todd had
put her large apron over her head and stepped forth for an
evening stroll in the garden, the unexpected happened. She heard
the sound of wheels, and gave an excited cry to me, as I sat by the
window, that Mrs.
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