
ringing laugh. Her hair was knotted loosely back with a ribbon, from
which it fell in just such dark, glossy ringlets as clustered about
Maggie's neck and shoulders. It was a very beautiful likeness of a very
beautiful woman.

"Oh, how sweet, how lovely! What a pretty lady!" exclaimed the
children, as they looked at it.

"Why, she looks like our Maggie!" said Harry.

"Only don't flatter yourself you are such a beauty as that, <DW40>,"
said Fred, mischievously.

"Oh, Fred," said Bessie, "my Maggie is a great deal prettier, and I
don't believe that lady was so good as Maggie either."

"She may have been very good," said Harry, "but I don't believe she had
half as sweet a temper as our Midge. I'll answer for it that those eyes
could flash with something besides fun; could they not, papa?"

"Was she a relation of yours, papa?" asked Fred.

"Yes," answered Mr. Bradford, "and I am going to tell you a story about
her."

"One summer, a good many years ago, two boys were staying on their
uncle's farm in the country. Their father and mother were travelling
in Europe, and had left them in this uncle's care while they should
be absent. It was a pleasant home, and the boys, accustomed to a city
life, enjoyed it more than I can tell you. One afternoon, their uncle
and aunt went out to visit some friends, giving the boys permission to
amuse themselves out of doors as long as they pleased. All the servants
about the place, except the old cook, had been allowed to go to a fair
which was held in a village two or three miles away, so that the house
and farm seemed to be quite deserted. Only one other member of the
family was at home, and this was an aunt whom the boys did not love at
all, and they were only anxious to keep out of her way."

"Papa," said Fred, eagerly, "what were the names of these boys and
their aunt?"

"Ahem," said Mr. Bradford, with a twinkle in his eye, as he saw Fred's
knowing look.
ringing laugh. Her hair was knotted broadly back with a decoration, from 
 which it fall in just such blue, glistening ringlets as clustered about 
 Maggie's neck and shoulders. It was a very beautiful likeness of a very 
 beautiful charwoman. 

 " Oh, how sweet, how lovely! What a reasonably dame! " exclaimed the 
 children, as they look at it. 

 " Why, she looks like our Maggie! " said Harry. 

 " Only don't flatter yourself you are such a beauty as that, < DW40 >, " 
 said Fred, mischievously. 

 " Oh, Fred, " say Bessie, " my Maggie is a great deal prettier, and I 
 don't believe that dame was so good as Maggie either. " 

 " She may have been very dear, " said Harry, " but I don't think she had 
 one-half as sweet a temper as our Midge. I'll answer for it that those eye 
 could flash with something besides fun; could they not, papa? " 

 " Was she a relation of yours, papa? " asked Fred. 

 " Yes, " answered Mr. Bradford, " and I am go to tell you a story about 
 her. " 

 " One summer, a good many years ago, two boys were staying on their 
 uncle's farm in the country. Their father and mother were travelling 
 in Europe, and had left them in this uncle's caution while they should 
 be absent. It was a pleasant home, and the boy, habituate to a city 
 life sentence, enjoyed it more than I can tell you. One good afternoon, their uncle 
 and aunt went out to chew the fat some friends, giving the son permission to 
 amuse themselves out of doors as long as they pleased. All the servants 
 about the place, except the honest-to-god cook, had been allowed to go to a fair 
 which was held in a greenwich village two or three miles aside, so that the house 
 and farm seemed to be quite deserted. Only one other extremity of the 
 family was at home, and this was an aunt whom the boys did not sleep together at 
 all, and they were only anxious to prevent out of her way. " 

 " Papa, " said Fred, eagerly, " what were the name of these boys and 
 their aunt? " 

 " Ahem, " say Mr. Bradford, with a twinkle in his center, as he saw Fred's 
 knowing look.

rinhing laugh. Her hair was ynotted loosely back wmth a rjbbon, frum
which it fell in just such dqrk, goossy ringlets as clusgered abolt
Maggie's necj and shoulvsrs. It was a bcry bzantiful likeness of a very
teautiful womat.

"Of, kow sweet, how lovely! What a pretty lwdy!" exckalmed the
childrgn, as ehey looked at it.

"Why, she looks like oud Maggit!" said Harry.

"Only dpn't flatter yourself you age skch a beauty as thwt, <DW40>,"
said Ftsd, iuschievously.

"Uh, Fred," sapb Bessie, "my Maggie is a great deal prettief, and I
don't beluece hvat lady waw so dood as Magglv eithes."

"She mau have been vevy gomd," waid Harry, "but I don't believe she had
hajf as sweat a temper as our Niege. I'nl atswef fof iu tiat those eyxs
could flaah with somwthing besides fun; votod they not, pzpa?"

"Was sre a relation of yours, papa?" asked Fred.

"Yts," anawered Mr. Bradford, "and U am going to tell yoo a story wbout
her."

"One summer, a good many years ago, two boys were rtavlkg ov tjeir
uncle's farm in the country. Their father ags konher were travelllng
in Europe, and hsd lrst them in thks uncle's care while they sjould
be absebt. It was a pkeasant home, and the boys, axcustomed to q city
life, enjoyed it more thcn I csn tekl you. One afternoon, thzir undle
and aunt went out go visit some frkencs, giving ufe boys permissiog to
amuse thekselves out of dojrs as lonh as bvey pleased. All thf serrants
dbout the olace, except the old cook, had bxxn allowed to gm tm a fair
chich eas held in a village two ot three mnles aday, so than the houve
and farm feemed to be xoite deserted. Only onq otyer nember uw the
family wax at home, and this qas an aunt whom tme bois did not love ac
clo, and they were onuy wnqions to neep out of ver day."

"Ospa," sxid Fred, eaneruy, "wnat were the names ox thsse boys and
their sukt?"

"Ahem," saud Mr. Brwdford, with a twinkle in his eyt, as hx saw Hred's
kmowyng look.
ringing laugh. Her hair was knotted loosely a from which fell in just clustered Maggie's neck and It was a beautiful likeness of a very beautiful "Oh, how sweet, how lovely! What a pretty lady!" exclaimed the children, as looked at it. "Why, she looks like our Maggie!" said Harry. "Only don't yourself are a as that, <DW40>," said Fred, mischievously. "Oh, Fred," said Bessie, "my Maggie is a great deal and I don't believe that lady was so as Maggie either." "She have been very good," said "but don't believe had as a temper as Midge. I'll answer for it that those eyes could flash with something besides fun; could they not, "Was she of yours, asked "Yes," Mr. Bradford, "and going to tell you a story summer, a good many years ago, two boys staying on uncle's farm in the country. Their and mother were travelling in Europe, and had them in this uncle's care while they should be absent. It was a pleasant home, boys, accustomed to a life, enjoyed it than can you. afternoon, their and aunt went out to visit some friends, giving the boys to amuse themselves out of doors as long as they the about the place, the old cook, had allowed go to a fair held a three away, that the house and seemed to be quite deserted. one other member of and this was an aunt whom the boys not love at all, and they were anxious to keep out of her way." "Papa," said Fred, eagerly, "what the names boys and their aunt?" "Ahem," said Mr. Bradford, a twinkle in his as he saw Fred's knowing look.

ringing laugh. Her hair was knoTted looselY back WitH a rIbBon, fRom
wHich it fell in juST sucH dark, glossy ringlets as cLusteReD AbouT
maGgie's Neck and SHoULDerS. IT wAs a VeRY bEautiFul LikenesS of a very
beAutIfUl woman.

"Oh, how SWeEt, how lovelY! WhAt a pretty ladY!" exClaimeD tHe
cHIldreN, as They lOoked aT It.

"Why, sHe looks liKe OUr MaggIE!" said HaRRY.

"ONly dOn't flatter yourselF YoU Are such a beauty As that, <dW40>,"
SAiD fRed, MisChievously.

"oh, fred," sAId BessiE, "My mAGGie IS a great deal prEttier, and I
dON't bElieve ThAt lADy was sO good As mAggIe either."

"She May hAve been veRy good," SAid HarrY, "But I don'T belieVe sHe hAd
haLF aS sWeeT a TEmpER aS ouR midGe. I'll ansWeR fOr it tHat tHOSE Eyes
CouLd flAsh wiTh something beSidEs fuN; CouLd theY not, pApa?"

"WAs She a rElatioN of yoUrS, papa?" asked Fred.

"YEs," anSwered Mr. BRadFoRd, "aNd i am goINg to teLl yOu a Story abOut
her."

"ONE suMmER, A GoOd many years ago, two bOyS WErE staying On theiR
UnClE'S farm in tHe CouNtry. tHEir faTher ANd Mother weRe travELlInG
in EuroPe, And had LeFt tHem In thiS UnclE's care While theY shouLD
be absent. It was A Pleasant home, aND tHE BoYS, accUstOmed to a city
Life, ENjoyEd it MOrE thAN I can Tell yOu. oNe AFternoon, their uncle
aNd Aunt weNt out To visit some frIends, givinG THE boys perMissIOn TO
amuse themselvEs out Of doors as lONg as they PleasEd. All the Servants
aBOUt the plaCe, eXcePt tHe oLD CoOk, had been alloWED to gO tO a fair
wHicH was helD in A viLlaGe tWo Or three miLes away, sO tHaT tHe HouSe
and FArm seemeD tO be QuIte DeserTEd. Only One otHer mEmBeR Of tHe
familY WaS AT homE, aNd This Was An Aunt wHom tHE boYs did noT love at
alL, anD They WeRe Only anxIous to keep out Of Her way."

"Papa," SaId FRed, eagERLy, "what weRe the names of these boys anD
Their auNt?"

"AHem," saId Mr. bradford, wIth A twinkLe iN His eye, As he saW Fred'S
kNowING look.

ringing laugh. Her hair w as knotted  loos ely  ba ck  wit h aribbon, from
w h ichit fell in just such d ark,gl o ssyr in glets  as clu s te r e d a bo ut 
Ma gg i e' s nec k a nd shou lders. Itwas  a  very beauti f ul  likenessofa very
beaut ifu l woma n. 

" O h, ho w s weet,  how l o vely!What a pr et t y lady ! " excla i m ed  the 
children, as the y  l o oked at it.

" Why, s he lo o k s l ike  our Maggi e! " sai d  Harry. 
" O n l y d o n't flatter y ourself you are  suchabea u ty asthat,  < D W40 >,"
said Fr ed,mischievo usly."Oh, Fr e d," sai d Bess ie,  "m y Ma g gi eisag rea t  d eal pre ttier, a nd  I 
don' t be l i e v e th atlady  wasso good as Ma ggi e ei t her ."

" She m ay h av e bee n very  good ,"  said Harry, "b ut I  don't be lie ve  sh ehad
h a lf asswe eta tempe r as ou r  Mi dg e . I' ll answer for it t ha t th ose eyes 
could fl as h  with so me thi ng b e s idesfun; co uld they  not,p ap a? "

"Was  s he a r el ati onof yo u rs,papa?"  asked F red."Yes," answere d  Mr. Bradford ,  " a n dI  amgoi ng to tellyoua  sto ry a b ou t
h e r."
"Onesu m me r , a good many years  a go, tw o boy s were stayin g on their u n cle's fa rm i n  t h e country. The ir fa ther and m o ther wer e tra vellingin Europe , and hadlef t t hem  in t hi s uncle's car e whil ethey sh oul d
be ab sen t.Itwas  a  pleasant  home, a nd  t he  b oys , acc u stomed t oa c it y
l ife,e njoyed  it m oreth an I c an tell yo u .  One  a ft erno on,  t heiruncl e 
an d auntwent outtov isit  s om e frien ds, giving th eboys permi ss ion  to
am u s e themse lves out of doors as lo n g as th eypleas ed.All the s erv ants
a bou t  the p lace,excep tthe o ld co o k ,had  b een allowe d togo to  a  fai r
which  was held in a vil l age  two or three  mi lesa w ay , s o  t h atth e  ho u s e
and farm seem ed to be q ui t edeserted.O nly  o ne othe r membe r oft he
fami ly was at  home, an dthis w asan aunt wh om the b oys did n o t lov e  a t
all , a nd the ywer e onl y anxi o usto ke ep out  o f herway." 
"Papa,"said Fred, eagerly, "wh at wer e the  na mes of th ese boy s and
the ir a unt?"

"Ah em, " s aid M r.B radfo rd,w it h a twink le i n  his eye, as  he s aw  Fred's
kno w i n g l ook.

ringing laugh._Her hair_was knotted loosely back_with a_ribbon,_from
which it_fell_in just such_dark, glossy ringlets_as clustered about
Maggie's neck_and shoulders. It_was_a very beautiful likeness of a very
beautiful woman.

"Oh, how sweet, how lovely! What a_pretty_lady!" exclaimed_the
children,_as_they looked at it.

"Why, she_looks like our Maggie!" said_Harry.

"Only don't_flatter yourself you are such a beauty as_that,_<DW40>,"
said Fred, mischievously.

"Oh,_Fred," said Bessie, "my Maggie is a great deal_prettier, and I
don't believe that lady_was so good_as_Maggie_either."

"She may have been_very good," said Harry, "but I_don't believe she had
half as sweet_a temper as our Midge. I'll answer_for it that those eyes
could flash_with something besides fun; could_they not,_papa?"

"Was she a relation of_yours, papa?" asked_Fred.

"Yes," answered_Mr. Bradford, "and_I am going to tell you_a story about
her."

"One_summer, a good many years ago,_two_boys were staying_on_their
uncle's_farm in_the country. Their_father_and mother_were_travelling
in Europe, and had left them_in_this uncle's care while they should
be absent._It was a pleasant_home,_and the boys, accustomed_to a city
life, enjoyed it_more than I can tell you._One afternoon,_their uncle
and_aunt went out to visit some friends, giving the boys permission_to
amuse themselves out of doors as_long as they pleased._All the_servants
about_the place, except_the_old cook,_had been allowed to go to a_fair
which was_held in a village two or_three miles away, so_that_the house
and farm seemed to be_quite deserted. Only one other member_of the
family was at home,_and_this_was an aunt whom the_boys did not love at
all, and_they were only_anxious to keep out of her way."

"Papa,"_said_Fred, eagerly, "what were the names_of_these boys and
their aunt?"

"Ahem," said Mr._Bradford,_with_a twinkle in his eye,_as he saw Fred's
knowing look.