PERSEVERE AND PROSPER.

some were seated outside the window on tlie
gravel walk.

“Here they are at last,” exclaimed Uncle
Tom, who was busily engaged in cutting a
pie. “I began to think you had died of
starvation up-stairs. Come along here,
Arthur, and have some pigeon-pie. Oh
well go und shake hands with everybody
first.—Why, what makes you walk in that
way? you are quite lame.—Fallen down ?
Have you hurt yourself, my little man ?—
That’s well. Bear the pain bravely, I don’t
like to see a boy trembling and crying at
the least hurt. Go to grandmamma; she
wants you, I see.”

Arthur was rather a clumsy boy, and as
he was a little lame and had to encounter a
great many pairs of eyes, he coloured a good
deal, as he went up to each new person in
succession. Uncle Walter and Aunt Sophy,
Uncle Frederick, and grandmamma ‘and
grandpapa, he greeted awkwardly and hur-
riedly, and was very glad to get back to his

Uncle Tom. As they all saw, he was con-
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