I was so annoyed at Harry I could not feel any interest in it then; but, if you don't object, I should like to hear you read it now." "Object?
No, indeed.

I think a great deal of the old professor.

What gay times father and I have had on the Screes with him, and his hammer and leather bags! And, as Agnes writes a large, round hand, and does not fresco her letters, I can read about the professor easily." RESPECTED MISS SANDAL,--I have such a thing to tell you about Professor Sedgwick and our Joe; hoping that the squire or Miss Charlotte may see him, and let him know that Joe meant no harm at all.

One hot forenoon lately, when we were through at home, an old gentlemanly make of a fellow came into our fold, and said, quite natural, that he wanted somebody to go with him on to the fells.

We all stopped, and took a good look at him before anybody spoke; but at last father said, middling sharp-like,--he always speaks that way, does father, when we're busy,-- "We've something else to do here than go raking over the fells on a fine day like this with nobody knows who." He gave father a lile, cheerful bit of a laugh, and said he didn't want to hinder work; but he would give anybody that knew the fells well a matter of five shillings to go with him, and carry his two little bags.