Father will come from his work in a minute—
And Rover and Ben from the cows and the sheep,
Bringing the pail with
the sweet milk in it,
For baby to drink
ere she goestosleep.

Then mother will sit
by the window knit-
ting,

And father willsmoke
in the ingle nook,

While Ben and I, where
the bats are flitting

Will wander awhile
by the orchard
brook.

Is ought more sweet
in the world I won-
der—

Where will you find
me a fairer spot,
Or happier folk than
are gathered under
The trees that shel-
ter our garden cot!

H. M. BurwnsIpe.