Part 13 (1/2)

”I wasn't lost!” cried Archie indignantly. ”I was building a house. Come along, Loo--isa, I'll show you the way.”

So Archie took Louisa's hand and led her along. Neither of them knew the path, but they were in the right direction, and by and by the trees grew thinner, and they could see where they were, on the edge of Mr.

Plimpton's garden, not far from home.

Mr. and Mrs. Gray were consulting together on the piazza, when the click of the gate made them look up, and behold! the joyful Louisa, displaying Archie, who walked by her side.

”Here he is, ma'am,” she cried. ”I found him way off in the wood. He'd run away.”

”I didn't,” said Archie, squirming out of his mother's arms. ”I was building houses. And you didn't find me a bit, Loo--isa. I found you, and I showed you the way home!”

”Never mind who found who, so long as we have our little runaway back,”

said Mr. Gray, stooping to kiss Archie. ”Another time we must have a talk about boys who go to build houses without leave from their Mamma's and Papa's, and make everybody anxious. Meantime, I fancy somebody I know about is half-starved. Tell Marianne to send some dinner in at once, Louisa.”

”Yes, sir, I will.” And Louisa hastened off to triumph over her friend Marianne.

”Archie, darling, how could you go away and frighten us so?” asked Mrs.

Gray, taking him in her lap.

”Why, Mamma, were you frightened?” replied Archie wonderingly. ”I was building a house. It's a _beau_-tiful house. I'll let you come and sit in it if you want to. And I've got a hen, and I'll give you all the eggs she lays, to cook, you know. Only the hen's runned away, and I couldn't find my house any more, and the hammer tumbled down, and I lost my shoe. I know where the hammer is, I dess, and to-morrow I'll go back and get it.”--Here the expression of Archie's face changed. Louisa had appeared at the door with a plate of something which smelt excessively nice, and sent a little curl of steam into the air. She beckoned. He jumped down from Mamma's lap, ran to the door, and both disappeared.

Nothing more was heard of him except his feet on the stairs, and by and by the sound of Louisa's rocking-chair, as she sat beside his bed singing Archie to sleep. Mamma and Papa went in together a little later and stood over their boy.

”Oh, the comfort of seeing him safe in his little bed to-night!” said Mrs. Gray.

Roused by her voice, Archie stirred. ”I _dess_ I know where the hammer is,” he said drowsily. Then his half-opened eyes closed, and he was sound asleep.

[Ill.u.s.tration]

RIDE A c.o.c.k-HORSE.

IT was a drizzly day in the old market-town of Banbury. The clouds hung low: all the world was wrapped in sulky mist. When the sun tried to s.h.i.+ne out, as once or twice he did, his face looked like a dull yellow spot against the sky, and the clouds hurried up at once and extinguished him. Children tapped on window panes, repeating--

”Rain, rain, go away, Come again some other day.”

But the rain would not take the hint, and after awhile the sun gave up his attempts, hid his head, and went away disgusted, to s.h.i.+ne somewhere else.

”It's too bad, it's _too_ bad!” cried Alice Flower, the Mayor's little daughter, looking as much out of sorts as the weather itself.

”You mustn't say too bad. It is G.o.d who makes it rain or s.h.i.+ne, and He is always right,” remarked her Aunt.

”Yes--I know,” replied Alice in a timid voice. ”But, Aunty, I did want to go to the picnic very much.”

”So did I. We are both disappointed,” said Aunty, smiling.

”But I'm the _most_ disappointed,” persisted Alice, ”because you're grown up, you know, and I haven't any thing pleasant to do. All my doll's spring clothes are made, and I've read my story-books till I'm tired of 'em, and I learned my lessons for to-morrow with Miss Boyd yesterday, because we were going to the picnic. Oh, dear, what a long morning this has been! It feels like a week.”

Just then, Toot! toot! toot! sounded from the street below. Alice hurried back to the window. She pressed her nose close to the gla.s.s, but at first could see nothing; then, as the sound grew nearer, a man on horseback rode into view. He was gorgeously dressed in black velveteen, with orange sleeves and an orange lining to his cloak. He carried a bra.s.s trumpet, which every now and then he lifted to his lips, blowing a long blast. This was the sound which Alice had heard.

Following the man came a magnificent scarlet chariot, drawn by ten black horses with scarlet trappings and scarlet feathers in their heads. Each horse was ridden by a little page in a costume of emerald green. The chariot was full of musicians in red uniforms. They held umbrellas over their instruments, and looked sulky because of the rain, which was no wonder. Still, the effect of the whole was gay and dazzling. Behind the chariot came a long procession of horses, black, gray, sorrel, chestnut, or marked in odd patches of brown and white. These horses were ridden by ladies in wonderful blue and silver and pink and gold habits, and by knights in armor, all of whom carried umbrellas also. Pages walked beside the horses, waving banners and s.h.i.+elds with ”Visit Currie's World-Renowned Circus” painted on them. A droll little clown, mounted on an enormous bay horse, made fun of the pages, imitated their gestures, and rapped them on the back with his riding-stick in a droll way. A long line of blue and red wagons closed the cavalcade.