CHAPTER II.
Our Angel Boy "I had a brother once--a gracious boy, Full of all gentleness, of calmest hope, Of sweet and quiet joy,--there was the look Of heaven upon his face." It was supper time when we reached home, and Bobby was at the front gate to meet me.

He always hunted me all over the place when the big bell in the yard rang at meal time, because if he crowed nicely when he was told, he was allowed to stand on the back of my chair and every little while I held up my plate and shared bites with him.

I have seen many white bantams, but never another like Bobby.

My big brothers bought him for me in Fort Wayne, and sent him in a box, alone on the cars.

Father and I drove to Groveville to meet him.