The dear old times are coming back to us." "How the trees blow!" exclaimed the child, looking up at the green arch overhead.

"See! They's all a-noddin' to each othah." "We'll have to get my shoes an' 'tockin's," she said, presently, when they were nearly home.

"They're in that fence cawnah behin' a log." The Colonel obediently got down and handed them to her.

As he mounted again he saw a carriage coming toward them.

He recognized one of his nearest neighbours.