ck seat who I am sure is Dr. Morris, and he has come all the
way on this bitter cold morning to see the patient I sent for him to
come to. Now, who is going to tell him he has come on a fool's errand?"

"Fool's errand!" I cried. "Every one of you wait in here and I'll go
out and tell him."

When I dashed out of doors and stood by the side of my uncle's sleigh,
he was truly an amazed man.

"I will get in, uncle," said I, "and if you will let John drive the
horses slowly around the yard, I will tell you how I happen to be here."

The story was a much longer one than I expected it to be, and John must
have driven those horses backward and forward for half an hour.

"Well," said my uncle, at last, "I never saw your Kitty, but I knew her
father and her mother, and I will go in and take a look at her. If I
like her, I will take you all on to the Collingwoods', and drop Uncle
Beamish at his sister's house."

"I'll tell you what it is, young doctor," said Uncle Beamish, at
parting, "you ought to buy that big roan horse. He has been a regular
guardian angel to us this Christmas."

"Oh, that would never do at all," cried Kitty. "His patients would all
die before he got there."

"That is, if they had anything the matter with them," added my uncle.

A PIECE OF RED CALICO

Before beginning the relation of the following incidents, I wish to
state that I am a young married man, doing business in a large city, in
the suburbs of which I live.

I was going into town the other morning, when my wife handed me a
little piece of red calico, and asked me if I would have time, during
the day, to buy her two yards and a half of calico like it. I assured
her that it would be no trouble at all, and putting the piece of calico
in my pocket, I took the train for the city.

At lunch-time I stopped in at a large dry-goods store to attend to my
wife's commission. I saw a well-dressed man walking the floor between
the counters, where long lines of girls were waiting on much longer
lines of customers, and asked him where I could see some red calico.

"This way, sir," and he led me up the store. "Miss Stone," said he to
a young lady, "show this gentleman some red calico."

"What shade do you want!" asked Miss Stone.

I showed her the little piece of calico that my wife had given me. She
looked at it and handed it back to me. Then she took down a great roll
of red calico and spread it out on the counter.

"Why, that isn'