Thankful Rest

voice, caught the superannuated mule by the tail, and made her fly off like a four-year old, made friends with the savage watch-dog on the chain, coaxed the pigeons to fly to him, and finally went

aid Tom, stopping in front of him. "Ca

"Air you Hetty'

n," corrected Tom pr

me terday," returned the man.-"Hi! up, Sally; you a

n I'm sure," said Tom with his usual frank

licate hand in his own brown p

ter, now you're here ye'll work for yer bread, I hope. We're poor folks he

alking alongside of his uncle, and eying the hungry-looking stee

p, younker!" he said savagely. "Don't s

or two in silence, but

e said. "Mamma often told us about it, but

h. "But farmin' ain't what it was. It's a hard

" said Tom in surprise. "But

e Josh, with a s

ear these clothes; and Aunt Hepsy doesn't dr

, that to save money folks must live cheap, an' not be all outside show. Ye'll le

n; and Tom watched all his uncle's movements with much interest. He followed him from the

ner now," he said; then, "Your

emed ages since he had gone out. She looked timidly at her uncle as he shook hands with her, remarking she was a pale-faced thing, and needed work and exercise to make her spry. Then the company sat down, and Tom, if Lucy di

ear away almost immediately. "You'll ha' to learn

her unfinished

it not?" was the next remark.

with quivering lips; and Tom bit his to

a little, Aunt H

n' to that plaguy depot for you, so the least ye can do is to help me through.-Josh, fi

h, picking up his hat and sauntering to the door.-"Don't be to

Strong," was Miss Hepsy's smart rejo

ve a lesson in sweeping and dusting. Then baking came on, and with one thing and another Miss Hepsy managed to keep the child within doors and on he

r from the larder. "I am afraid I am going to faint, Aunt Hepsy;" and she looked like enou

bugs," she muttered, as she sprinkled a few drops of spring water

suppose," she said ungraciously when Lucy rose at las

cented gilly-flowers. The orchard beyond looked tempting indeed, where the sunbeams glistened through the bending boughs of apple, plum, and cherry trees, on the soft carpet of grass beneath. She managed to unfasten the gate there too, and choosing a wide-spre

to live here, Lucy

she, forgetting her own tr

makes me speak up impertinently to him. And the things they say a

d touched his lips to s

endure all such little trials, remembering that it is God who sends the

ind of saint, I think. For me it is just a long battle all day. If a fellow conquered in the end, it would not matter; but as it i

t her gentle arm about his neck and cry too, her hear

Rest did not promise very bri