tion.
Max and Lulu, nothing loath, accepted her invitation, and they ran in and
out, up stairs and down, the young strangers delighted with the views thus
obtained of their new home and its surroundings.
Rosie said she hoped they would not be required to begin lessons
immediately, but would be allowed a few days in which to enjoy walks,
rides, drives, and boating.
"I'll ask grandpa and mamma if we may," she added, as they re-entered the
parlor. She hastened to present her petition, and it was granted; the
children were told they should have a week in which to enjoy themselves
and recover from the fatigue of their journey, and would be expected to
show their appreciation of the indulgence by great industry afterward.
Lulu was standing a little apart from the rest, gazing out of the window
upon the moonlit lawn, when a step drew near; then some one took her by
the arm, and in a twinkling she found herself seated upon a gentleman's
knee.
Looking up into his face, she saw that it was Mr. Horace Dinsmore who had
thus taken possession of her.
"Well, my little dark-eyed lassie," he said, "no one has thought it worth
while to introduce us, but we won't let that hinder our making
acquaintance. Do you know who I am?"
"I heard Rosie call you Uncle Horace."
"Then suppose you follow Rosie's example. If you are as good as you are
bonny, I shall be proud to claim you as my niece."
"But I'm not," she said frankly. Then hastily correcting herself, "I don't
mean to say I'm bonny, but I'm not good. Aunt Beulah used to say I was the
worst child she ever saw."
"Indeed! you are honest, at all events," he said, with a look of
amusement. "And who is Aunt Beulah?"
"The person Gracie and I lived with before papa got married to Mamma Vi."
"Ah! well I shall not regard her opinion, but wait and form one for
myself, and I shall certainly be much surprised if you don't turn out a
pattern good girl, now that you are to live with my sweet sister Elsie. In
the mean while, will it please you to call me Uncle Horace?"
"Yes, sir, since you ask me to," Lulu replied, looking much gratified.
At this moment the door opened, and Mr. Lacey walked in. He had come for
his wife, and when he and the others had exchanged greetings, she rose to
make ready for departure.
Calhoun Conly rose also, saying to his brother, "Well, Art, perhaps it
would be as well for us to go, too; our friends must be tired after their
long journey, and will
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