st frequently and most lovingly referred to these.

"But I could buy a waggon-load of 'em for one day's pay, an' not have
any tuggin' and scratchin' with 'em. Melons ain't too stinkin', but
lor', tomatoes is a stunner! They rotted till you couldn't stand the
smell of them, and it would give a billy-goat the pip to hear them
mentioned. There was no sale, and the blow-flies took to 'em. One man
down here had thirty acres. I'm goin' to be somethink, so I can make a
bit of money. No one thinks anythink of you if you ain't got plenty
money. You know how you feel if a person has plenty money, you think
twice as much of him as if he hasn't any. There's nothink to be made
at farmin', delvin' and scrapin' your eyeballs out for no return,"
said this youngster, who did barely enough to keep him in exercise,
who had been fed to repletion, and comfortably clothed and bedded all
his sixteen years.

Luncheon or dinner was enlivened by an altercation between Dawn and
her uncle.

The blacksmithing to which he had referred was the act of sitting down
beside the forge, where he had grown so warm that the sequel to
mending trousers with cobbler's wax had eventuated. The melted wax had
attached the garment to the old man's person, and he had sat--his
sitting capacity was incalculable--until it had cooled again, and on
rising suffered an amount of discomfort it would be graceful to leave
to the imagination. Uncle Jake however was not so considerate, and
aired his grievance in a manner too brutally real for imagination.

To do her justice Dawn did not think of the joke going thus far, so I
attempted to take the blame, but she would not have this.

"I want him to think I knew how it would turn out. I'd do it to him
every day if I could."

Grandma fortunately took her part, and the mirth of Andrew and Carry
was very genuine.

"I reckon I was as smart as my mother that time," giggled Dawn, as she
carried in the dinner.

"It would have been a funny joke if you played it on some
good-humoured young feller," said grandma, "but Jake there is entitled
to some kind of consideration, because he is old and crotchety."

"I'd play it on 'Dora' Eweword," said Dawn, "only that he might stick
here so that he'd never move at all if I didn't take care."

The first moment we had in private she took opportunity of saying--

"I think I'll go over to Grosvenor's with you this evening, but not
to tea. I'll go over to bring you home, if you'll help me m