CHAPTER IV.
CARLO AND THE FREEZER.
We had a jolly time at our tea-table this evening.

We had not seen our old friend for ten years.

When I heard his voice in the hall, it seemed like a snatch of "Auld Lang Syne." He came from Belleville, where was the first home we ever set up for ourselves.

It was a stormy evening, and we did not expect company, but we soon made way for him at the table.

Jennie was very willing to stand up at the corner; and after a fair napkin had been thrown over the place where she had dropped a speck of jelly, our friend and I began the rehearsal of other days.