HOME AT THE HAVEN.

 supper was fixed for the following Thursday, when
 their father expected that the greater part of his corn
 would be got into his barns. The large wheat-field,
 which lay between the Haven and the farm, would, at
 all events, be carried that day; and it was expected
 that, at about five o'clock in the afternoon, the gleaners
 would be able to take possession of the field. Long
 before that time, on the appointed day, Edward and
 Lucy, and a group of the village children, were at the
 gate of the field, ready to begin operations the very
 moment that the last cart should drive out; for, as is
 usually the case, Farmer Whicher did not like the
 gleaners to be admitted until his crop of corn was
 fairly off the field. It was very amusing at first to
 watch the men pitching up into the carts the heavy
 sheaves; but the children had not watched this long
 before they began to feel impatient about the progress
 of their labour, for it seemed as if the field would never
 be emptied. Five o'clock had struck long ago, and it
 was not very far off six, when a message came out from
 the farm, to say, that as the men were likely to be
 quite another hour before they had carried all the
 corn, the children were to be allowed to enter, and
 glean in the lower part of the field, away from the
 remainder of the still standing sheaves. The children
 shouted joyfully, as this permission was given, and the
 gate being opened, in they rushed; and, scattering
 about the field, were soon seen busy stooping and
 gathering up the scattered ears of wheat which had
 been left behind. Who should glean the largest
bundle was the cry-and no one was more eager than
Edward to prove a good gleaner. He was not so
steady at his work, or persevering, however, as Lucy,
who went quietly on, travelling up the furrows, and
taking care not to go to parts where others had been