Sara, a Princess
sh impetus in her studies by this new companionship, spent the days so busily she scarcely had t
e season had been quite free from gales, or "breezes" as the fishermen call them; f
erything changed. Dull, foggy days, with fitful gusts, succeeded to
y of her nature, did not well know how to deny the eager wants of the children, so long as she had any me
es, over which she worried more than was necessary; and, altogether,
ress package, with Molly, fish-knife in hand, dancing about him like some crazy
that fairly electrified him, with a suit of clothes better than he had ever owned before; Molly's darted with lightning speed to a neat jacket and hat, also a handsome herbar
ow in Boston,-who had proven themselves thus more constant than most
ew suit, and baby filled with undisguised admiration for his own new shoes, while both girls looked so unusually "dressed-up" in their Boston finery, that Miss Prue naturally
lded hands, Molly tilted on the edge of her chair like a bird about to fly, and the baby on Sara'
ls!" At which Molly ran over in a rippling little g
to her with an
ere, from Boston; it's bits of rhyme and scraps of knowledge, I believe; I never played it, but perhaps you an
is round eyes fixed unwinkingly upon the parrot (who occasionally addressed a remark to him),
rty, the order of the King's Daughters, those beautiful, impressive books of Hale's, and something- not a great
ressive face, and noted the clinging little
domestic kettle, and warm the family hearth, but never be a beacon-light on the hill of effort, to help the world onward?" Then she checked herself. "Is any life well live
of us on the first step, we must go on and up But sometimes, alas! we will not do what we should, and have to be ordered back. Then how painfully slow seems the climb to our former position!
eyes rested inte
all be beautiful or
book of essays I have, and one is called 'The
being enjoined, sleepily, by Mistress Polly meanwhile, to "Come again, and don't b
erved, Mi
ter in Killamet, an
, when a wee child, was rescued from a slave-
ng more like a baby chimpanzee than anything human, was made a pet of by the crew on the homeward voyage, growing fat and saucy daily, so that
r, thinking her, doubtless, some new queer kind of doll; an
nd baptized under the Christian name of Hester Plunkett; and from h
only survivor of this especial branch, was simply unbounde
t black eyes rested lovingly on her friend and mistress,
g him with her powerful black hands; "he likes his old Aunt Hester!" and she nestled him
tched every movement, her eyes dancing, and
e an idea in that little brain of yours, because it's almost ready to jump out of your eye-windows!" Molly gave a little hop-sh
keep it a s
you s'pose Hest
n't make fun of good o
iss Prue, indeed and indee
ike what
ning-room, and Molly drew her behind
ock stands up there black and big and square, just as Hester does; an
tall, straight negress to that bold headland was something
xcuse me, Sara, for keeping you and Morton standing here; this littl
s (which made Molly wink tearful eyes rapidly, and say, "No more, thank you, ma'am!" with great promptness) were all th
ing a small cream-cake in
?" asked Miss Prue, to whom the child wa
m, how does this frot
u are too curious
ld, rippling and dimpling over her brig
nd then pour the dough around it, of course!" which lucid exp
long nap and a good supper in Sara's arms, joined merrily; and, as Miss Prue watched the little party leave her gate in the late dusk, it
h to poor Sara; for the little hoard was getting fearfu
if we don't hear something from father this w
nose w
a scowly man! Let's borr
ue
dish is nearly as
f money! He keeps it in an old shot-bag, and I've seen it m
ded to drop finances for a while and attend to baby, who was busily engaged just th
o at their frolic and lo
ean by a thunder-storm during the night, and
n its turbulent beauty, Morton, wh
eagull at anchor? Why, it is, it must be! Then J
ton? I can't make
a book; and look! look, Sara, if that isn
t once, and turned back to her brother with a quick
huskily, "he brings