For two years, in the solidly built colonial dwelling, with its low ceilings and ample fireplaces, where once the minutemen had swung their kettles, Laura, alone, thought it all over. Mother and father were dead; even the Boston aunt was dead. Of all her relations, Aunt Wess’ alone remained. Page was at her finishing school at Geneva Lake, within two hours of Chicago. The Cresslers were the dearest friends of the orphan girls. Aunt Wess’, herself a widow, living also in Chicago, added her entreaties to Mrs. Cressler’s. All things seemed to point her westward, all things seemed to indicate that one phase of her life was ended.