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, ye 'llhave to bail her out. Besides," he added whimsically, looking up atthe sky, "there 's another squall coming on, and two at a time is toomany for any sailor. If I 'm to cast you up on the shore same as thewhale, ye 'll have to tell me which way to go, and who ye are.""Our father is Josiah Pepperell," answered Dan, "and our house isalmost a mile back from shore near Cambridge." "So you 're Josiah Pepperell's children! To be sure, to be sure!

han Eric. "Now," said the old woman gruffly, when she took away the remains of the supper, "you have ate what would do me for a week. You won't starve, Master Prince. Go to bed." The old woman left him, but suddenly returning, she discovered Eric on his knees. As he rose, she scoffed and jeered him, and asked, "Do you always say your prayers?" "Yes, always," replied the boy. "Who taught you?" "My mother, who is dead." The old woman

rades, while they were standing in the quagmire."So it is," said the other boys. "What a pity we have no betterplace to stand on!" On the dry land, not far from the quagmire, there were at thattime a great many large stones that had been brought there to beused in building the foundation of a new house. Ben mounted uponthe highest of these stones. "Boys," said he, "I have thought of a plan. You know what aplague it is to have to stand in the quagmire yonder.

me come in."To which the Pig answered, "No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin." "Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in!" said the Wolf. So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the little Pig. The second Pig met a Man with a bundle of furze, and said, "Please, Man, give me that furze to build a house"; which the Man did, and the Pig built his house. Then along came the Wolf and said, "Little Pig, little

Don't walk over that way.""Yes, I shall. Mr. Rose seems to be coming this way, and I shall do the neighbourly thing and have a chat with him." "Why, Father, you don't know him." "That doesn't matter between next-door neighbours, at least between the men of the houses. Come along, and scrape acquaintance with the little girl. I think she looks pretty." Dolly started, then a sudden fit of shyness seized her, and she stood stock-still. "I can't," she

een arrested, and took young Ferret home with him to consult about their future conduct.[Illustration: LONGTAIL TEACHING THE YOUNG RABBITS ARITHMETIC.] It would have amused you, could you have heard all the plans discussed by these young lovers for their joint benefit; how the one talked of his darling Miss Weasel, and the other of his dear Miss Pussy; how they agreed that in matters of love every thing was allowable; and how they swore eternal friendship to each other throughout their lives.

's laughing face became gravewhenever the subject was mentioned, but the young man was not to bemoved from his resolve.Mardi Gras came and passed, but Ridge, though escorting his sister andcousin to all the festivities, took only a slight interest in them. Hewas always slipping away to buy the latest papers or to read thebulletins from Washington. "Would you go as a private, son?" asked his father one evening when thesituation was being discussed in the family circle. "No, no! If

it seemed to her as if this solemn-eyed child purposely misunderstood, and mocked at her attempts to lead unwilling feet along the path of learning, and she was at a loss to know how to deal with the sprightly elf who danced and flitted about like an elusive will-o'-wisp. The fact that she was the University President's granddaughter was the only thing that had saved her thus far from utter disfavor in the eyes of her teacher; but now even that fact was lost sight of in face of the child's

you to His service.""Am I going to be with you always, Mrs. Heedman?" cried Charlie, opening his eyes very wide. "Yes, I hope so," she answered. After a little more talking, principally on Charlie's side, who confided to her his private opinion of the cross Mrs. Wood, and his pleasure to think he was not going back to her any more, Mrs. Heedman left the room, and Charlie went to sleep. CHAPTER III. ADELAIDE ROW. The house of the Heedmans was the end cottage of a long