Captain Horace

it seemed a long while to wait; but the Portland schools had a va

er spectacles very often that afternoon, and every time she went to the window to look

r at first, and Prudy hid her face, all glowing with smiles and blushes, in her plump little hands. But

e, though?" cried Horace;

usy," said Grace; "didn't i

see the piggy and

d Susy, "wait ti

e, they had loved her dearly. Now she was past five, and "a good deal cunninger than ever;" or so Horace thought.

; still Horace did not fancy her half as much as Prudy, who could not run

r when they were cutting out dolls' dresses, or playing with

hole, but she opened it as wide as she could whe

jacket off, whistling all the while; and when he pounded, he drew in

s he told her that, if he hadn't left his tool-box out west, he could have done "a heap better." It was quite funny to see her standing ove

kinds of

words o

s earthe

e heave

would not consent. So Horace made a doll's sled out of shingles, with turned-up runners, and a ton

h little twin-boys, four years old. Aunt Madge came into the shed to call Horace and Pru

sitors: it would be positively rude. Horace did not wish to be considered an ill-mannered boy, and at last consented to hav

sit lasted a great while, and that it

mes here, I hope she won't bring any little double boys!

etters. His friend Gilbert found the paint for this, and it was thought by both the boys that the

ake such a sled as that! It's right strong, too; as s

rill" the little boys, make sleds for Prudy, and keep

little son had stood in awe of him. Now that he had gone away, there seemed to be some danger that Horace might fall into bad ways. His mother had many serious fears about him, for, with her feeble health, and the care of little Katie, she could not be

npowder. "Mine!" said he to himself; "didn't aunt Ma

the powder slyly into his pocket. He knew he

atches, Gr

possible; but it was a wonder they were not both blown up. It was pleasant, no doubt, to hear the popping of the powder; but they dared no

ne day, and said, with a smiling face,-for she loved to make him happy,-"See, my son, what I have

e suit, gray, bordered with red, and a cap to match. If he had any

of thanks which he

ar

ou since you went to the war. Grandp

ey chip. We have orioles: they

am a captain! We are goin

cows and hav

. From y

e P. C

e the soldier-clo

ver there was room. Aunt Louise made a nice little dressing-case of bronze kid, lined with silk, and Grace made a pretty pen-wiper and pin-ball. Horace whittled out a handsome steamboat, with green pipes, and the figure-head of an old m

uise. "To be sure he won't keep still long enough to let

rrible try-patie

I think there's hope of a boy who scorns a lie! See if he doesn't come ou