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IN WINTER LAND.

JETER the boots were all cleaned, Mrs.
| Discipline called Buttercup back into
her kitchen.

“ Now,” she said, ‘‘I have got some
pots and pans for you to scrub until
they look like new.”

“But I want my supper,’ said
Buttercup. ‘“ You promised me that I
should have it after the boots and shoes
were cleaned.”

“You shall certainly have it after
they are cleaned—I didn’t say how soon after, did I? Now scrub those
pots and pans, take all the dirt off them, and all the rust, polish them
up until they look like new; and be quick about it! If you don’t do
it without a moment’s delay, I shall have to show you how.”

There was something very queer about Mrs. Discipline’s face when
she said, “I shall have to show you how”—a strange tone, too, got
into her voice; both the tone and the look reminded Buttercup in the
queerest way of birch-rods and bread and water, and going supperless
to bed, and all the unpleasant things which could happen to naughty
boys, but which, somehow or other, had never yet come into his
hfe.

Without a word he went over to the corner where the pots and
pans were lying in great confusion, and set to work cleaning them ;
he had never done anything so rough and disagreeable before, and his
hunger, which had been great on his arrival, was now much sharpened