A Home Sickness.
And Uncle Hugh had an-

swered, “ Yes, to be sure; dream-
ing of the King of Salamanders!”

And they went to sleep again
or went on reading, and the little
company smile faded away from
my face, and I went back to those
very real dreams of the nursery at
home, and baby there, and little
brother, and papa and mamma,
and the long time ago, hours and
hours ago! when I said good-bye,
and Bobbie kissed his hand out of
window, and the carriage took me
off—a happy little woman, really
going in the puff-puff! Oh, how
could I ever have felt so happy