I mean to write to
his parents, for he has given me their address. I think there will be no
trouble in arranging to have him stay with us. We'll see what we can
make out of him."
"Reuben, I believe you're always looking out for a chance to do some
good!"
"That's the way it ought to be, wife."
This conversation took place behind the carryall. None of the boys heard
it. The six visitors, however, all caught the spirit of benevolence from
their host. Before departing next day each one had contributed from his
wardrobe some article of clothing for Sam, and they all showered him
with good wishes as they left.
"Hope to find you here next summer," they shouted in driving off.
"Hope so," responded Sam.
Why Charlie Didn't Go.
BY MARY JOANNA PORTER.
"Dear me! There come Uncle Josh and Aunt Jane, and not a bed in the
house is made!" Mrs. Upton glanced nervously at the clock--then about to
strike eleven--surveyed with dismay the disordered kitchen, looked
through the open door into the dining-room, where the unwashed breakfast
dishes were yet standing, took her hands out of the dough and ran to
wash them at the faucet.
"Maria, Maria, stir around. See what you can pick up while they're
getting out of the cab. Isn't it always just so?"
Maria, the daughter of fifteen, hastily laid aside her novel and did her
best to remove the cups and saucers from the breakfast table, not
omitting to break one in her hurry.
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