"Go down there and help pick up the sugar-plums." Bacchus the elder, now slid down from the seat by Mark, and took a short cut over to his cabin.
"Poor Aunt Phillis!" said Mrs.Weston, looking after him, "I hope she will get well." "Ah!" said Mr.Weston, "I had forgotten Phillis on this happy day.

There is something, you see, Anna, to make us sigh, even in our happiest moments.
"But you shall not sigh, dearest uncle," said Alice, kissing his hand, "for Aunt Phillis will get well now that we are all back.

Oh, there is Cousin Janet, and little Lydia--I wish the carriage would stop." "You are the most perfect child I ever saw, Alice," said Mrs.Weston.

"I think you are out of your senses at the idea of getting home." The carriage wheeled round, and William let down the steps, with a face bright as a sunflower.

Miss Janet stood at the top of the portico steps, in her dove-colored gown, and her three-cornered handkerchief, with open arms.
Alice bounded like a deer, and was clasped within them.