them again; but this picture brings them vividly before me.

"And so, dear children, should you ever go to England, don't forget to
go to Cooper's Hill, and, for grandma's sake, to look round upon the
charming prospect which she loved so much when a child."

E.W.




SATURDAY NIGHT.


Bring on the boots and shoes, Tommy; for this is Saturday night, and I
must make things clean for Sunday.

Here is my old jacket, to begin with. Whack, whack, whack! As I beat it
with my stick, how the dust flies!

The jacket looks a little the worse for wear; and that patch in the
elbow is more for show than use. But it is a good warm jacket still, and
mother says that next Christmas I shall have a new one.

Whack, whack, whack! I wish Christmas was not so far off. If somebody
would make me a present now of a handsome new jacket, without a patch in
it, I should take it as an especial kindness. I do hate to wear patched
clothes.

Stop there, Master Frank! You deserve to be beaten, instead of your