nd confusion, in walked Mr. Fairchild
and Mr. Burke. The men in the yard had told them of what had happened;
and it had been made plain to Mr. Burke that Tom had been at the bottom
of the mischief.

Mr. Fairchild hastened in all anxiety to his poor boy; and was full of
thankfulness to God for having saved him from the dreadful danger which
had threatened him; and Mr. Burke began to speak to his son Tom with
more severity than he often used. He even called for a cane, and said
he would give it him soundly, and at that minute too; but Mrs. Burke
stepped in and begged him off; and as she stood between him and his
father he slunk away, and kept out of his sight as long as Henry and
Mr. Fairchild stayed.

If Tom never came within sight of his father all the rest of that day,
Henry never once went out of the reach of his father's eye.

After dinner and tea, Henry was again dressed in his own clothes, which
Mrs. Burke had got washed and cleaned for him, and in the cool of the
evening he walked quietly home with his father.

"Oh, papa!" said Henry, when they came again under the shade of
Blackwood, "I do not now wish to have my own way, as I did this
morning, I am now quite sure that it does not make people happy to have
it."

"Then, my boy," replied Mr. Fairchild, "you have learned a very good
lesson to-day, and I trust that you will never forget it."

The Story in Emily's Book. Part I.

[Illustration: Lucy and Emily had now each a doll]

The little books brought by Lucy were not even looked at until the
evening came which was to be given up to reading the first of them.
Henry had begged that his book might be read last, because he said that
he should be sure to like it best; so Emily's was to afford the
amusement for the first evening.

Mr. Fairchild gave notice in the morning of his being able to give up
that evening to this pleasure; not that he wished to hear the story,
but that he meant to be of the party, and the root-house in the wood
was the place chosen.

Lucy and Emily had now each a doll to take, and there was some bustle
to get them ready after lessons.

Henry took his knife and some little bits of wood to cut and carve
whilst the reading was going on; Mrs. Fairchild took her needlework;
and there was a basket containing nice white cakes of bread made for
the purpose, a little fruit, a bottle of milk, and a cup. The little
ones, by turns, were to carry this basket between them. Mr. Fairchild