HOME AT THE HAVEN.

this moment tp amongst the shocks of corn which
were yet standing; and what was Lucy's concern, to
see Edward stay behind, and draw out of one of the
sheaves several fine ears of corn to add to his own
small bunch. "Oh, Edward, you must not take that
corn-you know you must not! Farmer Whicher has
trusted us to leave those sheaves alone. Oh, pray
don't, Edward! It is really quite like stealing,"
said she, the tears coming into her eyes at the very
thought.
 What nonsense, Lucy,-you do say such things.
Just as if the corn did not all belong to Farmer
Whicher,-and just as if it mattered to him. You see
I have not taken more than a dozen ears of corn at
the very most." And Edward ran past her into the
house.
 Lucy stood for a few minutes in painful thought,
wishing she could do anything that would make Ed-
ward bring back that corn again, and see things as
she saw them, and feel as she felt; then, suddenly a
plan occurred to her, which would make matters
better, at all events, in this case; then, taking out of
her own gleanings twelve nice full ears of corn, she
laid them at the top of the sheaf, from which Edward
had so dishonourably helped himself. She was turn-
ing away from the sheaf, when she started to see
Farmer Whicher leaning over a gate close by, watching
the filling of the last cart. Lucy hoped he had not
seen her put back the ears of corn, or rather that he
had not seen Edward take them.
 The children enjoyed themselves much in the
arbour, binding their little sheaves and portioning
them out among those whose homes would be glad-
dened by the prospect of an extra loaf or two of bread
during the coming week, and when their work was
 a