oak STORIES OF COLONIAL CHILDREN. —

have been more kind. I know, too, how
good and how earnest of purpose are these
men and women around me. I know this
new home is fair. I know how grateful we
should be for this land that has received
us into liberty and freedom; but still, when
I awake in the morning, or when I lie at
night and think, there come to me dear
pictures of the old home; and I think how
soft the air must be, and how, just at
this time in the year, the hedges are filled
with blossoms and the sweet grass is spring-
ing everywhere.”

“Poor child! poor child!” thought good
John Alden; and his eyes grew very kindly
in their light as he too looked off across
them waters ii) only Ie miohte male: a
home for her and offer her its love and
shelter!”