Mr. Rossitur has come home."

"Uncle Rolf! Has he?" exclaimed Fleda, the colour of joy quite
supplanting the other. "Oh, I'm very glad!"

"Yes," said the doctor — "he's been home now — I guess, going
on four days."

"I am very glad!" repeated Fleda. "But wont you come and see
me another time, Dr. Quackenboss? — I am obliged to go out."

The doctor professed his great willingness, adding that he had
only come down to the city to do two or three chores, and
thought she might perhaps like to take the opportunity — which
would afford him such very great gratification.

"No, indeed, faire Una," said Dr. Gregory, when they were on
their way to Mrs. Thorn's — "they've got your uncle at home
now, and we've got you; and I mean to keep you till I'm
satisfied. So you may bring home that eye that has been
squinting at Queechy ever since you have been here, and make
up your mind to enjoy yourself; I shan't let you go till you
do."

"I ought to enjoy myself, uncle Orrin," said Fleda, squeezing
his arm gratefully.

"See you do," said he.

The pleasant news from home had given Fleda's spirits the