Good-bye to Beecham. 143

 

them was Mr. Owen, grandmam-
ma’s head-gardener, and I couldn't
think how he came to be in our
church! But when the service
was all over, nurse took us into the
vestry, and told us to go and give
Jane a kiss, because she was
Mrs. Owen now, and we must
“ say something pretty.”

It doesn’t seem to do to tell
little folks that sort of thing. You
remember, when Jane herself gave
me that charge ever so long ago, it
didn’t answer, and now there was
Bobby crying and sobbing out
that “Mr. Owen shouldn't take
Janie away; he was a naughty