MILLIE'S VICTORY.

"Home, sweet Home" and cry, than shelling peas.
But she came out in the broad side-entry, where sun-
light flickered through the clustering grape-leaves,
and the pleasant sounds of country life came up across
the garden.
 A great white cat lay on the step, lazily sunning
itself, and a few pigeons were fluttering to and fro in
the calm summer air, cooing their soft home note.
 Millie curled herself up on the big oak seat opposite
Mrs. La Serre, and gathered up a great handful of the
green pods, but they very soon slipped down, in a
little rattling shower, and the trembling leaf shadows
fell on a rosy little girl, sound asleep, with her brown
curls hanging over her tired tearful face.
 It was broad noon when she woke, ready for
 dinner, and the ripe red strawberries, to be picked and
 eaten by willing fingers.
 Then a little play with Pussie round the garden
 paths; a shadowed face as mamma's favourite roses
 were gathered for the parlour table, and they set
 out along the shady perfumed lane to meet Uncle
 John.
 Up the lane, and across two fields, where sedate
 animals-.
 Standing at that epoch sweet,
 Where the lamb and mutton meet,"

 as Mrs. La Serre told Millie, were waiting for their
 fate, in the shape of next market day.
 The wonders they discovered were untold in those
 two green fields.
 By the time they caught sight of Uncle John
 sitting on the stile reading the newspaper, Millie was
 feeling almost happy, and quite ready to be amused by
 his queer stories. He was not Millie's real uncle,