change in the mother's countenance had driven from her face, coming
back and lighting up her beautiful young brow. "See here what a
pretty house I have, uncle! And here is the fence, and these are
trees."

"So it is, a very pretty house," replied the uncle, while the mother
could scarcely repress her indignation at the outrage Mary had
committed upon the book-case.

The uncle glanced toward the table, upon which the, work-basket
remained undisturbed. He then sat down, and said--"Come here, love."

Mary got up and ran quickly to him.

"You didn't touch mother's work-basket?" he said.

"No, sir," replied Mary.

"Why?"

Mary thought a moment, and then said--"You told me not to do it any
more."

"Why not?"

"Because if I take the cotton and scissors, mother can't make aprons
and frocks for Mary."

"And if you go into her work-basket, you disturb every thing and
make her a great deal of trouble. You won't do it any more?"