THE WELCOME VISITOR.

“Now, Fanny, I want you to tell me a
great many things about our aunts and
uncles at Fairdown,”’ exclaimed Arthur,
flinging himself, head first, into the chair.

“Well, make room for me, then ;—and
stop till I get settled. Oh! mind my new
sash, there’s a good boy; and do not tumble
my frock more than you can help. You
must just kick about a little less than
usual, you know.”

“Oh! dearme. How fine we are to day!
What is the good of girls wearing such
clothes, that they must not move about in?
Just as if uncle Tom would like you a bit
better in a pink sash and a new frock!
What does mamma make you do it for, I
wonder ¢”

“Tm sure I wish I had my morning
frock on, as much as you do; but I
think I know why Mamma wished us to
wear better dresses than usual. It is not
exactly because Uncle Tom would like us
better in them, but because it is a mark of
respect to him. Do you not think we ought

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