HOME AT THE HAVE

coming there that day ? As Lucy wondered, she also
thought to herself how very pleasant the Haven would
look to any one who might see it for the first time that
day, though it was November. The sun was shining
so brightly on the many coloured leaves of the shrub-
btries, and the scarlet berries of the mountain ash
looked so brilliant among the different shades of
yellow, gold-colour and brown, to say nothing
of all the chrysanthemums, which were still in
flower.
 Nothing was said about a visitor, however, at
breakfast, but soon after, Uncle Osborne set off in his
gig for the town.
 "I do think uncle must be going to fetch some
one from the railway station," said Lucy to her
mother.
 "We shall see," replied her mother. Lucy
cleared out the cage of her canary, and filled his
glass with water; and she fed the chickens, and
gave some peas to the pigeons, and then sat down to
work. She had not worked long before the gate bell
rang. She looked up, and could see between the
bushes a part of the grey mare, and the corner of a
brown hair trunk, which projected from the splash-
board of the gig.
 "" RE out and meet your uncle," said her
mother.
 In the hall, the servant was bringing in a
number of parcels-but what she said in reply,
when Lucy asked who had come, was not to be
heard, for Poll was screeching her very loudest,
4 How dy'e do"--" glad to see you-hope you're
pretty well."
 Uncle Osborne was bringing some one in-
a short person-in a bonnet-a little girl-Could