THE BOWER. 106

wonders, and placed themselves by turns on each
of the seats, to be satisfied that they would really
bear sitting on, and were not, as Charles suggested,
only ‘play chairs,” Mr. Lovett called their at-
tention to the table, saying, as he pointed to its
top, “ Here is something you have not secn.”

They came nearer, and read the words, “ Lucy’s
and Mary’s Bower,” in very rude letters, and
very irregular in size, it is true, but still sufficiently
distinct, formed by the twisted vines.

?

“ And where’s mine!’ asked Charley, with a
countenance expressive of disappointment.

“Here, my son,” said Mr. Lovett, leading him
to the swing, and showing him his name painted
on the board which formed its seat.

Never did a kind design meet with a more
grateful reception than this. All were delighted,
and it was with difficulty Mr. Lovett could per-
suade them, after swinging till he at least was
tired, to return home. As they took a last look at
the furniture of their beautiful bower, Mary ex-
claimed, ‘I wish Clara had come with us.”

“T wish I could give a tea party here,” said
Lucy.