THE HILLSIDE.

AFTER THE STORY.

*|OW much did the pitcher hold?” asked Sweet
V1 Fern.
a) “It did not hold quite a quart,” answered
the student ; “but you might keep pouring milk out of
it, till you should fill a hogshead, if you pleased. The
truth is, it would run on forever, and not be dry even
at midsummer, — which is more than can be said of
yonder rill, that goes babbling down the hillside.” —

“And what has become of the pitcher now?” in-
quired the little boy. |

“It was broken, I am sorry to say, about twenty-five
thousand years ago,” replied Cousin Eustace. “The
people mended it as well as they could; but, though it
would hold milk pretty well, it was never afterwards
known to fill itself of its own accord. So, you see, it
was no better than any other cracked earthen pitcher.”

“ What a pity!” cried all the children at once.

The respectable dog Ben had accompanied the party,
as did likewise a half-grown Newfoundland puppy, who