But I'll tell you who's sure to be up now, and that's John Backhouse.

I should think he's just beginning to milk the cows." "Oh then, Becky and Tiza'll be up too," cried Milly, dancing about.

"I wish we could see them.

Somehow it would be quite different seeing them now, father.

I feel so queer, as if I was somebody else." If you have ever been up _very_ early on a summer morning, you will know what Milly meant, but if not I can hardly explain it.