"Baby Larry."

"And that freckled one?"

"Now, don't laugh--that's Peoria!"

"Carol, you are joking."

"No, really, Uncle dear. She was born in Peoria; that's all."

"And is the next boy Oshkosh?"

"No," laughed Carol, "the others are Susan, and Clement, and
Eily, and Cornelius."

"How did you ever learn all their names?"

"Well, I have what I call a 'window-school.' It is too cold now;
but in warm weather I am wheeled out on my little balcony, and
the Ruggleses climb up and walk along our garden fence, and sit
down on the roof of our carriage-house. That brings them quite
near, and I read to them and tell them stories; On Thanksgiving
Day they came up for a few minutes, it was quite warm at eleven
o'clock, and we told each other what we had to be thankful for;
but they gave such queer answers that Papa had to run away for
fear of laughing; and I couldn't understand them very well.
Susan was thankful for 'TRUNKS,' of all things in the world;
Cornelius, for 'horse cars;' Kitty, for 'pork steak;' while Clem,
who is very quiet, brightened up when I came to him, and said he
was thankful for 'HIS LAME PUPPY.' Wasn't that pretty?"