Home Sickness, 3

 

chairs. By and by, all these won-
ders had happy memories pinned .
on to them, of uproarious games
with merry little play-fellows.
Now, I was all alone, and very
lonely, in it all. ‘rue, there was
grandmamma nodding in her easy-
chair, in the firelight, on one side,
and there was Uncle Hugh read-
ime the “‘Times” by the same
light on the other. But what were
either of them to the little tired
stranger on the low stool between.
them? Once grandmamma’s eyes
had opened just to look at me, and
say, “ Making pretty pictures of
the red coals, my dearie ?”