ach a currant turnover or puff, and a slice of bread and
some milk.

"May we take our supper out of doors, Betty?" said Emily.

"If you please," replied Betty; and she put the turnovers, as she
called the puffs, into a little basket, with two large slices of bread
and two cans of milk, and put the basket into Emily's hands.

"You have made beautiful ears and eyes to the turnovers, Betty," said
Henry; "I always call them pigs when they are made in that way."

"And they taste much better, don't they, Master Henry?" asked Betty.

"To be sure they do," answered Henry, and away he walked after his
sister.

So Emily and Henry gave their supper to the little children; and they
were very much pleased with them, because, when they had eaten part of
the bread and drunk the milk, they asked leave to take what was left
home to their grandmother.

[Illustration: "_Emily and Henry gave their supper to the little
children._"--Page 215.]

Emily fetched them a piece of paper to wrap the puffs in, and then she
and Henry watched them back into the lane, and afterwards walked
quietly home, to be ready when their parents and Lucy should come back.

[Illustration: "_The magpie on the stile._"--Page 209.]

The Happy Evening

[Illustration: Preparing the peas for supper]

Henry had just finished washing his hands and combing his hair, and
Emily had only that minute changed her pinafore, when the distant sound
of the carriage was heard.

Betty was preparing the peas for supper, and John laid the cloth, when
Henry and Emily ran out upon the lawn.

What a happy moment was that when the carriage stopped at the gate, and
John opened the door and let down the step, and Lucy jumped out and ran
to meet Emily and Henry. One would have thought that the children had
been parted a year instead of a day.

The chaise went on with Mrs. Goodriche, and all the family came into
the parlour.

"How nice the peas smell!" said Mr. Fairchild; "and I really want my
supper."

"So do I, papa," said Lucy.

"And so do I," whispered Henry to Emily.

"But you must not say so," returned Emily.

"No, no," said Henry firmly; "I know _that_; we agreed about _that_
before."

John came in with a very large basket, well packed, out of the chaise;
Lucy was running to begin to unpack it, when Mr. Fairchild said:

"Let us have our supper first, dear child, and the basket shall be our
dessert."

"Very well, papa," answered Lucy, "so we will;" an