The Old Unibretla. 20

why, I spose, I mustn’t,’ returned
the father, shrugging his shoulders ;
‘but really, you women, there’s no
understanding yer. To think o°
your being bolder than a rough
fellow like me now.’

‘A rough fellow like you, father !’
cried little May. ‘ You’re not a rough
fellow at all, Pm sure; but the very
best, the very goodest of all the fathers
in the world! Only mother knows
how I take care of Johnny all day
long; and she knows God takes care
of us both at home; so, of course,
He'll take care of us when we’re out
too. I’m not afraid one bit.’

‘And I b’lieve He will,’ said the

good father, rubbing his hand across