Captain Horace

ourney, which Horace spoiled for everyb

aby, poor Mrs. Clifford threw herself into her mother's arms, and sobbed like a child. Everybody

tter is; so I can't tell

is best ear that they were just crying for joy,

orace was a little shy, and would only giv

rs. Parlin, wiping her eyes. "Now you can bring the butter out of the c

ing of Harry, the baby with sad eyes and pale face, who had been sick there all the summer before, and was no

king just now of tired little Harry, "the sweet

as she could speak, "how did you ever tr

ink I could never have got here without Grace: she h

delight at this w

at he was some help, too, I've

p very quickly, before any one else had time to answer

f had been as much trouble as the baby; but she

arlin's that evening. It was already dusk, and the large globe lamp, with

st, made of the whitest br

ray," said Mrs. Clifford, smil

argaret, "but tw

ked up in

ly a little gir

it's onl

little blue one, with br

u remember Dr. Qu

how they did swim! It was a year ago

do; they were

Grace, laughing; "

is plate, and did not loo

aret made that-putting in new butter, beca

ad been touched with frost, and some that hadn

rries, which looked as if they had been drinking dew-drops and sun

beginning to feel so happy! I

ful evening hymns with what was left of his once fine voice. He looked so peaceful and happy, th

utting the baby to sleep, "it's high time my boy and

up stairs with us;

t makes me think of the way this same Horace used to treat me when he was

called him to be washed, and said, 'Ma doesn't want a little dirty boy,'

zza, and it was called "the green chamber." It contained a cunning little bedstead, a wee bureau, a dressing-table, and washing-stand, all pea-green. It was a roo

t led Grace into it, and he followed. It seemed so fresh and sweet in "t

nest, which was snuggled into one corner of the piazza-roof, s

first thing Grace hears in the mor

apped he

His aunt had forgotten that he was sometimes jealous; but she could not help knowing it now, fo

as we did when you were here before; but you know it's a nice clean room

over the

be ashamed! You don't act like a l

mber?" said the little boy, shuffling

e, smiling, "that is for

unning room, I'd go a flyin'. Grac

way of using things, and thought of the e

laughe

thing; you know you would! O, auntie, you ought to see how

ithout his usual good-night kiss, and when he repeated his prayer,

loved flowers, and when she was a mere baby, just able to toddle into the meadow, she wou

delions were nice when the stems would curl without bothering, and poppies were worth while for littl

birds, and to see if the dirt-colored toad was sti

emembering how many messages his grandmother had sent to her "good little grandson," and how often aunt Madge had written about "dear little Horace, the nephew she was so p

kes and maple sirup, only his aunt Louise, a handsome young lady of sixteen,

t such a nose, just such a mouth! He e

's quick eye he could see that his pretty aunt was inclined to laugh at him. In fact, he had quite an o

night about Mr. Lazelle: what did

ace, who could see, almost without looking u

nk you said, and his hair crim

nd that he should be careful another

dmother and aunties from parlor to kitchen, and from kitchen to pantry. She looked pale and tired, but was so

f. Mrs. Clifford was shocked at first, but smiled the next moment, as she remember

un towards Grace, who screamed with fr

ing laughed at; "how did I know it wasn't loaded? Do you think

foolish thing once in a while. It raised his self-esteem somehow; and, more than t

hing." As for reading, that was usually too stupid for Horace. Grace kindly offered to play check

; and, whenever he saw that she was gaining up

isn't fair

, she wants me to jump that man yonder, so she'l

gently, "what do I play f

se my men up to the king-ro

doing," replied

ake 'em all, and be done with it! Be

ought to, and I'm going to huff your man. See, I blo

of those kings. I'll bet you stole

s in her eyes, "I never did such a thing as to

ad been trying for some time to spe

, to beat,

consider it

hy, it's a game,

. Does it amuse you? Doesn't it make you cross? Do you know tha

e never to play checkers, or any other game, when you feel you

the board, l

her little nephew's hair. "If children always remembered it, th

iety she had not known how tired her little daughter was. It was two or three weeks before the child was rested

get! O, Horace, now don't let go my hand! I've go

ure her that he was not lying cold and dead in the waters of Lake Erie. It was really touchin