The parlor at Ion, full of light and warmth, looked very pleasant and inviting this evening.

The whole family--not so large now as it had been before Capt.

Raymond took his wife and children to a home of their own--were gathered there;--Mr.Dinsmore and his wife--generally called Grandma Rose by the children--Grandma Elsie, her son Edward and his wife, Zoe, and the two younger children;--Rosie and Walter.
The ladies and Rosie were all knitting or crocheting.

Mr.Dinsmore and Edward were playing chess, and Walter was deep in a story book.
"Zoe," said Rosie, breaking a pause in the conversation, "do you know, has mamma told you, about her new plans for benevolence?
how she is going to let us all help her in distributing her funds ?" "Us ?" echoed Zoe inquiringly.
"Yes; all her children; and that includes you of course." "Most assuredly it does," said Grandma Elsie, smiling tenderly upon her young daughter-in-law.
Zoe's eyes sparkled.

"Thank you, mamma," she said with feeling.