woman, my dears?"

"Edward, papa," cried Henry.

"Edward," said Emily, "is the boy's name, not the old woman's--we did
not ask her name."

"I thought that was likely," answered Mr. Fairchild, smiling. "Well,
Henry, I will tell you what must be done--you must be ready at six
o'clock to-morrow morning, and we will walk, whilst it is cool, to Mr.
Burke's, and get our breakfast there, and you must help us to find
these poor people."

"Oh, papa!" said Henry: he could not say another word for joy.

After supper, and when everything but the candles was cleared from the
table, the basket was set on it, and Mrs. Fairchild began to unpack it.
First she took out a number of parcels of rice, and sugar, and pepper,
and mustard, and such things as children do not care to see. These were
put aside, and then came a smooth long parcel, which she opened; it
contained a piece of very nice muslin to make Lucy and Emily best
frocks.

There was no harm in the little girls being very pleased at the sight
of this; they had been taught to be thankful for every good and useful
thing provided for them. These, too, were put aside; and next came a
larger parcel, tied up in a paper with care, and the name of "Lucy,
from Mrs. Goodriche," written upon it. It was handed to Lucy; she did
not expect it, and her hands quite shook while she untied the string.
It contained a beautiful doll, the size of Emily's famous doll; and I
could not say which of the two little sisters was most delighted. The
two largest parcels were at the bottom of the basket, and came last;
one was directed with a pencil by Lucy to Emily, and the other to
Henry; and when these were opened it was found out that Lucy had spent
all her own money to make these parcels richer. Each contained a
beautiful book with many pictures; and in Emily's parcel were a pair of
scissors for doll's work, and needles and cotton, and lots of bright
penny ribbon, and a bundle of ends of bright chintz for dolls' frocks.
They were the very things that would please Emily most, and, as she
said, would help so nicely to dress Lucy's doll.

Henry, besides his book, had a large rough knife, a ball of string, an
awl, a little nail-passer, a paper of tacks, and some other little
things which happened to be just what he wanted most of all things in
the world, for he was always making things in wood.

Well, that was a happy evening indeed; it had been a happy day, only
Mag had given some trouble; but, as