"It is all that, and more; and I love it! But now, Bubble," she added, "we must make haste, for the farmer will be wanting you, and I have a dozen things to do before tea." "Yes, miss," said Bubble, but without his usual alacrity.
Hilda saw a look of disappointment in his honest blue eyes, and asked what was the matter.

"I ain't had my ballid!" said Zerubbabel, sadly.
"Why, you poor lad, so you haven't!" said Hildegarde.

"But you shall have it; I will tell it to you as we walk back to the farm.

Which one will you have,--or shall I tell you a new one ?" The blue eyes sparkled with the delight of anticipation.

"Oh, please!" he cried; "the one about the bold Buckle-oh!" Hilda laughed merrily.