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put all in order, and fresh blankets and
sheets were on the little bed, all ready for
him. So many things put me in mind of the
loving, gentle disposition. A little flower-
vase I valued very much had been broken
by Bogie romping with one of my nieces, and
knocking it down. It was broken in more
than twenty pieces; and after I had patiently
tried to mend it myself, and my _ nieces,
with still greater patience, had had their
turn at it, we had given it up as a bad job,
and thought it had long ago gone onto the
dust-heap.

There were some shelves on the wall of
Joe’s room where his treasures were kept;
and on one of these shelves, covered with an
old white handkerchief, was a little tray con-
taining the vase, a bottle of cement, and a
camel’s-hair brush. The mending was finished,
all but two or three of the smallest pieces,
and beautifully done; it must have taken
time, and an amount of patience that put my
efforts and those of the girls to shame; but
Joe’s was a labor of love, and did not weary
him. He would probably have put it in its