ad to all such feelings. They take no pleasure in
pleasing God. They don't like to think of him, and I don't see that they
shew any signs of having any love for him at all."

They walked along, after this, silently. Dwight saw how destitute of
love to God his heart had been, and still was; and yet he could not help
thinking that he did sometimes feel a little grateful to God for all his
kindness and care; and at least some faint desires to please him.

It was nearly dark when they arrived at the house; and Dwight asked his
mother to let him run and give Mary Anna her blue-bell. She was very
much pleased with it indeed. She arranged it and the leaves that Dwight
had brought with it, so as to give the whole group a graceful form, and
put it in water, saying she meant to rise early the next morning to
paint it. Dwight determined that he would get up too and see her do it.

CHAPTER XIII.

THE JUNK.

A few days after this, when David and Dwight were at work one evening
upon their mole, and Caleb was playing near, sometimes helping a little
and sometimes looking on, Mary Anna came down to see them. They had
nearly finished the stone-work and were trying to contrive some way to
fasten up their flag-staff at the end.

"We can't drive the flag-staff down into our mole," said Dwight, looking
up with an anxious and perplexed expression to Mary Anna, "for it is all
stony."

"Couldn't you drive it down into the bottom of the brook, and then build
your mole up all around it?" said Mary Anna.

"No," said Dwight, "the bottom of the brook is stony too."

"It looks sandy," said Mary Anna, looking down through the water to the
bottom of the brook.

"No, it is very hard and stony under the sand, and we cannot drive any
thing down at all."

"Well," said Mary Anna, "go on with your work, and I will sit down upon
the bank and consider what you can do."

After some time, Mary Anna proposed that the boys should go up to the
wood-pile and get a short log of wood, which had one end sawed off
square, and roll it down to the mole. Then that they should dig out a
little hole in the bottom of the brook with a hoe, so deep that when
they put in the log, the upper end would be a little above the surface
of the mole. Then she said they might put in the log, with the sawed end
uppermost, and while one boy held it steady, the other might throw in
stones and sand all around it till it was secure in its place. Then
they could build th