th a graceful bow in Grandma's direction;
"Mrs. Philander did me the honor when I came in, to ask me to stand up
with the singers at the melodeon; a position which I shall be most happy
to take, although I fear that my vocal powers are of an exceptionally
poor order."

The fisherman turned over the leaves of the despised Moody and Sankey
hymnal for Madeline, was profoundly attentive while the singing was going
on, and made suave and affable remarks here and there during the
intervals; then glanced at his watch with an expression of
highly-affected concern, bade an elaborate adieu to the company, and
retired from the scene.

"Oh, I think that Mr. Rollin is so elegant, don't yew?" said Mrs. Barlow.
"Oh, yes; I think he's so genteel!"

"_I_ don't think so at all," said Lovell. "_I_ don't, certainly. _I_
don't think so."

"He _ain't_ got much voice;" said Mrs. Barlow, clasping her hands in
raptured appreciation of her matchless Lovell.

Finally, Grandpa, with a haggard smile on his features, stumbled across
the little landing of the stairway, between the parlor and the kitchen,
bearing with him a pan of much scorched and battered pop-corn.

"Oh, _ain't_ them beautiful!" arose Mrs. Barlow's reassuring cry.

Grandma had already set an example to her guests by making a convenient
receptacle of her capacious lap, and pouring some of the corn into it, an
example which the fortunate scions of the skirted tribe, now arranged in
rows on one side of the room, followed, each in turn. Of the male species
on the other side of the room, Lovell happened to be first in line. As
the corn came nearer and nearer to him, he began to look about wildly,
and to cough. His legs trembled violently with the effort he was making
to keep them close together. He accepted the pan of pop-corn with a
gesture of feverish haste, and proceeded to pour the contents into his
lap, but, as he poured they disappeared, and the faster he poured the
faster they disappeared, and the more strenuous exertions he made to keep
his legs close together, the wider seemed to grow the chasm through which
the corn went rattling down on to the floor, until Lovell's eyes began to
whirl in their orbits and drops of sweat stood out upon his forehead.

Harvey, who appreciated the situation and was bursting with a desire to
roar out his mirthful emotions, showed a kind heart above all, and turned
the tables nicely in poor Lovell's behalf.

"Look here, Lovell!" he cried; "