HOME AT THE HAVEN




 CHAPTER II.

 TRYING TO PLEASE.
BETTER acquaintance with the Haven only made
everybody like it still better, and Edward, in particular,
seemed to be happier and happier every day. No house
that he had ever lived in had in it such very interest.
ing things, and no garden had ever afforded so much
amusement to him. Before the first morning was over,
he had grown quite expert at hoisting and taking down
the flag on the flagstaff; he knew the dogs all by name,
and had fed the pigeons. He had been introduced to
his uncle's grey mare in the stable, and had been taken
up into what was called the workshop, over the kitchen,
where were the turning-lathe and chest of carpenter's
tools; and he had been to the very farthest end of the
orchard, and into every corner of the kitchen-garden.
But it was what his uncle called his state-cabin" that












pleased him most of all. This was a room indoors,
which his uncle considered particularly his own, and
did not like anybody to go into unless he was with