Thankful Rest

e funeral of Mrs. Hurst, paid the little she had owed in Newhaven, and would be at Pendlepoint by the noo

of it. She had just turned out the parlour chairs into the lobby, and was busy with broom and dust-pan, sweeping up invisible dust, when Ebenezer brought her Mr. Goldthwaite's letter. So much did it upset her, that he had to depart without his glass of cider, for she took no more notice of him than if he had been one of the pillars at the door. It was eleven o'clock al

h brought her temper up to fever heat by the time the train puffed into the depot. From the window of a first-class compartment two faces looked out eagerly, but failed to recognize in Miss Hepsy the sister of the dear dead mother they had so lately lost. Miss Hepsy saw Mr, Goldthwaite step out first, followed by a tall, handsome-lo

waite. "I hope they've behaved themselves, sir, an' not bothered ye.-Bless me, children, don

ying about his mouth. "You will need to send a cart for it.-They have been very good chi

e was not glad at all. "Well, I guess we'd better be movin'.-What's your nam

ght have called one of ye after her own kin.-Well, good-day, Mr. Goldthwaite

meantime," said the minister kindly. "W

o us when we had nobody else." Her dark eyes suddenly overflowed, and she turned away

never opened her mouth once, until they s

That's all.-I bet Keziah's burned the soup;" with which words Miss Hepsy burst into the kitchen, ready to extinguish the unfortunate "help" if everything

ly, "do you believe that woma

t call her 'that woman,' Tom; she is our aunt, mamm

ike behaving any," he said. "But I s

ceful homestead, with its laden orchard, wealth of flow

e weren't asked," said Tom. "I wonder i

n place in Aunt Hepsy's appearance. In the twinkling of an eye she had donned her working garb again, and

ll be hungry, I reckon; but it'll soon be dinner-time. I don't approve of

ucy timidly. "I've seen Hann

ye can pare potatoes as well as Hanna

, Aunt Hepsy," retu

potatoes, Aunt Heps

verely. "Your mother was as useless as a bit o'

poke up Tom again. "Mamma was pe

y, "till you learn to speak respectfully to your aunt. I

othing loath; his aunt irritated

id Miss Hepsy, turning to Lu

ast, Aunt Hepsy;

ped her paring-

'n nine, and that great boy looks yea

I was so anxious about mamma being so poorly. I couldn't sleep at nights, nor

en to school?" was

n mamma kept up our lessons as well as she could. Tom

ss Hepsy. "What, fen

ent to the Art School as long as mamma could afford it. Then he practised at

k in painting the farm an' the gates afresh this fall. It'll save a man. No

the attic fiat. It was poorly furnished, but it was scrupulously clean; and from the window Lucy's delighted eyes caught a glimpse of the bro

tickler, mind, an' can't abide untidiness. An' if yer mother's brought ye up to think yersel' a lady, the sooner ye get rid of that notion the better, 'c

t of the room, and clatter

ntil her eyes were brimming with tears. Then she knelt down by the side of the bed, sob