wait for relief; but one thing did cause her most anxious thought, and
that was how to procure milk for the little one.

As she stood one morning counting over the few pennies left in the old
blue teapot, and wondering what she should do when they were gone, the
door was flung open, and Morton, flushed and bright-eyed, entered and
threw something at her feet.

It was a wild goose, limp and drabbled, and Sara looked up in surprise
at the boy.

"You didn't shoot it, Morton?"

"No; but I killed it!" exultantly. "I've got the 'honk' so I can do it
nearly as well as Uncle Adam Standish; and this morning I was down in a
nice little cove, when I saw this old fellow light on the water close
by. Then he paddled out and began feeding along the beach. So I 'honked'
to him, and he answered, and I kept on, and he came closer. I'd first
broken off this piece of rock to bring home and show you that bit of
crystal in it, when I thought I'd use it, and I rose up and let fly!
Well, it toppled him over, and I jumped out and caught hold of him
before he could get away, and wrung his neck--and there's the goose, and
here's the rock!"

He pointed triumphantly to each, while Molly executed a sort of scalp-
dance about the group, snapping her fingers and smacking her lips, as
she cried, "Won't we have a dinner, though? And I'm so sick of herring!
You'll cook it for dinner, won't you, Sara?"

The young girl hesitated a moment, her eyes going from one eager face to