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Rh “I never heard of a single one of those men, did you, Nora?” and Brenda lowered her voice a little so that  Amy might not know the depths of her ignorance. Nora shook her head, although whether in assent or contradiction it was not easy to tell. They had now moved nearer the Town House, and lingered there to study it  more closely.

“Judge Story was born in that house where the apothecary’s shop is,—the father of the artist Story,” explained Amy.

“Oh, yes, the grandfather-in-law of Emma Eames; now don’t say that I didn’t know anything about any one in  Marblehead,” said Nora, so appealingly that the others  laughed.

Near the Story House, Amy paused for a moment. “There, I think that we’d better go up this street while we ’re fresh. There’s a great deal to see up here,” and she led the way with Julia, while the other two followed  at some little distance.

“Is she going to draw money?” asked Nora, as Amy and Julia entered a large house, the lower story of which  was a bank. Hastening their steps, they found them both admiring the wall paper on the wall above a handsome  flight of stairs.

“It was made in England, and looks almost as if painted by hand,” said Amy. “Colonel Lee, who lived here at the time of the Revolution, was a great patriot. When this house was built, there was said to be no other as expensive and fine in all the British Colonies.”