he would not own to such
feelings, and indeed was too proud, saying to Elsie that she was
spilling half her water! "Here, _I'll_ show you how to carry a bucket!"
And after that he worked with her, and with Claude's big bucket the pail
was soon filled. By this time the nurse was better, and able to carry
the pail across the road into the Red House.

"I'll never forget your kindness as long as I live," she gratefully
declared. "I might have been your own sister by the way you've behaved
to me."

"How funny of her to say that," whispered Elsie to her brother; "it
seems as though she must have been at the catechising too. Perhaps she
knows we ought to try to be all one in Christ."

And Claude, boy-like, only nodded his assent.

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CHESTNUTS.

Ben was visiting his cousin Hugh in the country, and they had been
having a glorious time getting chestnuts. They started early in the
morning, taking their dinners with them that they might have all day in
the woods. There had been a sharp frost the night before, and the boys
had a merry time as the wind rattled the brown chestnuts down on their
heads. Bags and pockets were soon full to overflowing, and after eating
their lunch by the brook they started for home.

"Now for a feast of roast chestnuts," said Ben, as they sat down by the
fireplace, after the good warm supper which Hugh's mother had ready for
them. "I will roast them and you can pull off the shells when they are
done."

What fun it was to see the nuts jump around in the shovel Ben was using
for a roaster, till their brown shells burst open with the heat!

"We will roast a whole bagful," said Hugh, "then there will be some for
sister Lucy."

To be sure, Hugh burnt his fingers, and Ben dropped some chestnuts into
the fire, but they only laughed the merrier. Lucy joined them after she
had finished helping her mother with the work, and together they ate the
chestnuts and played games till bedtime came, when they all agreed it
had been one of the happiest days of their lives.

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A SPARROW STORY.

I and my little sisters are very fond of the sparrows who come to our
garden to eat the crumbs that we throw out for them. We find our cat
also likes them, but in a different way. We have been able to rescue
several little ones from it, but have never been able to rear them, a