e dog, belonging to the lighthouse
keeper, came up and made their acquaintance. Georgie shared his cake
with him; and it was amusing to see the old dog watching with eager eyes
every piece that went into any mouth but his own.

When lunch was over, the two older children, Charlie and Anna, led the
way; and all were soon climbing the winding stairs in the lighthouse
tower. When they reached the top, they found themselves in a small room
with windows on every side, and the great lamp in the centre. The
lantern is made of red-and-white glass, and turns around, so that first
a red, and then a white, light may be seen far out at sea.

The keeper explained how, after lighting the lamp, he wound up the
machinery which caused the lamp to revolve; and told them of the lonely
hours he had spent in the little room below the lamp, while the waves
dashed, and the storm beat outside.

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For many weeks in the winter he lives there all by himself, and sees no
one; but, in the summer time, there is hardly a day when he does not
have a boat full of visitors. He always gives them a hearty welcome, and
makes himself very agreeable. I suppose he feels as though he must make
the most of society while he can get it.

The children listened to his talk with great interest. With many thanks
for his kind attentions, they bade him "Good-by," and, intent on
collecting shells on another island near, stepped into their boat, and
were rowed away, leaving the man and his friendly dog to enjoy each
other's company.

CHARLIE'S MAMMA.

GOING AFTER COWS.

When Edward was eight years old, his mother told him he might go with
John, the hired man, to drive the cows from the pasture. How happy the
little boy was!

Every day he would be ready as soon as John gave the word; and off they
would go, through the woods, over hills and rocks, and gurgling brooks,
wherever the ding-dong of the distant cow-bells pointed the way.

Sometimes they had a long search before they could find all the cows;
for the pasture was very large, and the cows would wander about in
every part of it, to find the best feeding-places.

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On the way home, Edward would run ahead of the cows, and open the bars;
and sometimes he would sit on the wall, and pat each cow as she came
through.

When the cows reached the barnyard, Edward would help milk. There was
one old cow which he called his