HOME AT THE HAVEN.

done, all were ready for a game of play upon the
smooth green lawn.
 Prisoner's base was the game fixed upon, which
the girls soon learned to play at, although they had
never heard of it before, and the arbour was an ex-
cellent prison for the prisoners who were taken in the
chase. The sun was sinking behind the hills and
sending its slanting rays through the trees of Farmer
Whicher's orchard, and the shadow of the great cedar
of Lebanon had stretched quite across the lawn, and
made the prison where Lucy was in confinement, beau-
tifully gloomy, when a voice was heard calling all the
party of runners and catchers in to supper. Such a
bustling and crowding there was into the supper-room,
the old-fashioned parlour where the large table was
laid out for the children's harvest feast. Dishes piled
high with all manner of good things, fruit, pastry, and
a variety of choice cakes, were arranged upon the
snow-white table-cloth, and in the midst a large china
bowl full of smoking hot fermety. There were nose-
gays of flowers too upon the table, by way of ornament,
and the eldest Miss Whicher had made a most beauti-
ful garland of blue corn-flowers, which lay on the
table, ready to crown, as she said, the queen of the
gleaners. The children were soon seated down each
side of the long table, and the fermety was being
ladled out to them and the cakes handed round, when
Farmer Whicher came in, bringing with him Captain
and Mrs. Osborne, who had walked up to the farm to
fetch Edward and Lucy-as every one said, a great
deal too soon. They consented to wait, however,
until the children's supper was quite over, and were
glad to see the pleasant sight of their happiness.
Farmer Whicher had something merry to say to each
ehild as he walked round the table-now patting a