36 My Home.

 

among the trees, to show the vil-
lagers the way up to their good,
kind friend the doctor. Many
were the blessings we little ones
used to get as we passed down the
village street, and we owed them
all to our father’s goodness.

Happy times we had of it,
Bobbie and I, in that old house at
the top of the hill. I don’t think
any little brothers and sisters were
ever quite such good friends. There
were three years between us, but I
was little and he was big, so no-
body guessed it, and we played
together, and never thought which
was the.élder....The:great\treat ‘of