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UNOPENED PARCELS. 105 PAR,T II. An evening or two afterwards I went down to the library in the "gloaming" for a book. It was on the table by the fire-place, and when I got there, I saw my father in his arm-chair, sitting alone, looking into the firelight. As was our wont in those happy days, when we had yet a father-king and priest-to look up to. I went up to him and kissed his forehead. He took my hand in his, but still sat looking into the fire. Then a sudden thought struck me. "Papa," said I, don't you think you could tell me something about those other unopened parcels you talked about ? I've so often wondered what they were." To be sure !" cried he, rousing up completely. Sit down, Honor, and I will count you up a dozen at once." I was on the stool at his feet instantly, my hand still in his. To begin with," pursued he, there is arithmetic, which I heard you abusing so angrily this