Bolax, Imp or Angel-Which?

nderfu

mething fine." Amy was watering her flower-bed, and did not pay much atte

ar?" "Oh something rea

n," said Amy gettin

ey are going to have a party on the 21st because

id little lady danced up and down the porch wild wit

aden with roses, for it was June, the m

imson to the brilliant Jacqueminot, so that she could always have a bouquet to send to the Church every Su

l, yes, darling; you know you will be seven on the 21st, so Mamma and I want to

untie," and Amy gave Aun

roses to the Orat

t the lamp before the picture of the Sacred Heart, a

s, which were always listened to, and answered, for Mrs. Allen and he

e that question when she was in here yesterday, and I did not know how to explain,

ook called "Sacramentals," which explains all about the lights on our altars, the use of holy water, blessed palm, the crucifix, etc. For the present it suffices to te

of Holies" for her household. A subdued light glimmered through the latticed windows, which also admitted

of his family living up to all they professed; in fact he was proud of the little tabernacle

lk to him; but Pat had gone to the village on an errand, then Bo came back to the house and called for

d asked why he spoke in such

with," he whined. "I want s

self; Amy is at her lessons with Aunt Lucy, and I am writing to

" asked Bo. "Away o

rb me and I will be

-wheels, and jumped down to see what was coming. It happened to be the milk boy, Pete Hopkins-"Hello, Pete!" said Bo. "Hello yourself," said Pet

he end of the road with Pete, because Mrs

of course, Bo couldn't think, he was too much interested in a story Pete was telling about hi

rse stopped before his own door. "Great Scot!" exclaimed he, "I'

ands and shouted with delight as he caught sight of a flock of sheep feeding in the meadow next to the barn, then Pete called Nancy, t

ile he went into the stable to make sure the colt was tied securely, for t

a nice white pig in a field nearby, rubbing her back against the fence, he made a dash towards her, put one leg through th

leasure of a real piggie-back ride,

time master harum scarum was off on his prancing steed. For a moment, Pete stood amazed not knowing what to make of the strange sight, then find

had caught hold of her ears to keep himself balanced,

rous position of the child began scolding, her harsh

me you to let that baby

ead off the wild critter or

moment down the lane flew the frightened

es ring with her screams. Pete bewildered, did not know which way t

adside and Bo was dismounted. He got a thorough duck

s made Pete hitch up the buggy, for, as she said: "I'll take the little imp

ketch you bringing any child on these

nto the kitchen, supposing Hetty, the cook, was entertaining him, for she often had the children

aid an eye on dat b

while longer, then

e she looked up

Bolax. "Yes," said Mrs. Allen, "he has been missing

. Poor Mrs. Allen began to think of Charlie Ross, and every other kidna

nd Hetty took the road to the village, th

her refuge in all t

r darling boy; she felt sure the Divine Mother would sympathize with her, in remem

Beldon and Aunt Lucy were overjoyed on seeing the child, Amy ran down

nt Lucy took the boy in her arms, and the usually happy little face assumed a grave ex

children with her "Pete," for she said: "I must tell you he ain't got the sense of a k

leave home without permission. "Dear Ma," said he, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean

d, led him quietly upstairs to the Oratory, and left him. Bo felt his

y. When he comes out, put him to bed. I must keep away from him while I am so ex

esus and Holy Mother, I'm sorry I frightened my darling mamma. I didn't know I was away such a lo

to smother her laughter, and going to h

ere is no guile in the little soul, and the way he speaks to

fear if I trusted him to you alway

rd begging mamma to come an

d reproof, and two hours in bed, which he needed as

rother and offered to tell him a story, but he prefer

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garet

me says I

, I know

ther Joe c

this ve

do just as

ure; that

however, d

ng straight i

n' it slips

y old Banj

g? then wha

e sitting

was a mous

ned I've ac

"If you hold

it, I'm willi

o now I'l

e go "tumt

uch beauti

ly for a

it afraid t

people 'wa

in Brother

tter be care

n't say 'tw

k 'twas stu

such tires

em come ove

be delightfu

ine tune

umty-tu

if somethin

must a truly

ose? or moth-

ant to pract

n, when an

've finished

is comin

I know Mam

ust bid yo

ouldn't do that. I never touch Aunt Lucy's