"All right! we'll go down-town after breakfast.

Yes! we'll make a call on Abbie." So saying, he pulled down some fresh hay, and left her to champ it; then, picking his way across the uneven floor to where the white and horned countenance of Lady Bountiful was thrust through the bars of her stall, he slipped her halter and let her out into the meadow.

Having examined the wagon, to make sure it was in proper order, he concluded his labors by throwing open the hen-coop, out of which immediately hastened a troop of indignant and astonished fowls, led by a rooster, who seemed always to be vacillating between insufferable masculine arrogance and an effeminate curiosity and avarice.
By the time Professor Valeyon had remounted the granite steps, he was quite ready to do justice to his breakfast.

Cornelia came singing down-stairs, with a full-blown tea-rose in her hair, and looking as if she had already breakfasted upon the greater part of the day's sunshine.
She reported Sophie to be awake and comfortable, so the gentleman climbed up-stairs and shuffled into her peaceful, rose-colored room to give her a morning kiss.

The Lord's Prayer glowed forth as brightly from the wall as if it had been pronounced for the first time that day.
"Well, heard all about my new pupil from Cornelia, I suppose ?" said papa, when the kiss had been given, sitting down by the bedside, and holding his daughter's pale, slender hand in his own.
"He who came last evening?
No, I've not seen Neelie to speak to her, since he was here.