revealed a tempting array of the drawers, shelves and "cubby
holes," which so delight the hearts of children.

"What a grand place for my new things," she thought, wondering
what her uncle kept in that cedar retreat.

"Oh me, what a sweet toilet table!" was her next mental
exclamation, as she approached this inviting spot.

A round old-fashioned mirror hung over it, with a gilt eagle a-top,
holding in his beak the knot of blue ribbon that tied up a curtain of
muslin falling on either side of the table, where appeared little
ivory-handled brushes, two slender silver candle-sticks, a porcelain
match-box, several pretty trays for small matters, and, most
imposing of all, a plump blue silk cushion, coquettishly trimmed
with lace, and pink rose-buds at the corners.

That cushion rather astonished Rose; in fact, the whole table did,
and she was just thinking, with a sly smile

"Uncle is a dandy, but I never should have guessed it," when he
opened the door of a large closet, saying, with a careless wave of
the hand

"Men like plenty of room for their rattle-traps; don't you think that
ought to satisfy me?"

Rose peeped in and gave a start, though all she saw was what one
usually finds in closets clothes and boots, boxes and bags. Ah! but
you see these clothes were small black and white frocks; the row