she, when we drive up, in the wagon," said Sarah.

So they put a pink dress and white sun bonnet on the dog; the
grandmother tied a straw hat, that had belonged to the doll Rosa, on
the baby, who gave rather a wistful glance at old Zachary's black
beaver, on the nail, and away they drove.

The mother came to the door to welcome them, and thought she should
see Floribel's smiling face under the white bonnet; but O, there was
only a dog's sharp nose. "What prank are you playing, children?" she
said. "Where have you hidden Floribel?"

"Allow me to introduce grandfather and Floribel," said Sarah, as she
and Robert took the baby and the dog from the wagon.

"What foolish children you are! Whose baby is this?"

The children assured their mother that the baby was their grandfather;
but it was not until the old lady, with many sighs and tears, had told
the tale, that she could believe it. The two women had rather a
melancholy day together, although they did enjoy taking care of the
baby, and were not quite sure that it was not as entertaining, with
its sprightly little ways, as the old gentleman had been with his
grand, moral remarks; and certainly its little shrill pipe was not
half so bad as the old tobacco pipe. Sarah said that although she
loved her grandfather, she could not help being pleased to have him a
baby again; he was so cunning and droll, and she did so like to toss
him about, and feed him, and make him laugh.

She carried him out in the hay, where the party of children were at