Bz. -RUBERT DAWSON.

He must have seen my disappointment, for he added,

“We will see, Robert! we will see! But Mr. Merry

. has got to be consulted - all these things.” And he
left me with a hurried step.

I stood still a few moments, in busy thought. Then >
crossing the street, I raced home over the dry leaves
and short turf on the other side of the road. At night
I bethought myself what new applications I could
make. On the afternoon of the third day my mother
sent me on an errand to the corner.

“ Hallo, there !” some one shouted. “ Hallo, boy !”
It came from Squire Hall’s yard. “Come over here.”

I looked up, and there was Mr. Merry beckoning
to me.

“You're the boy that wants some work, are you?”
said he, as I scampered over to him.

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, if you will pile as fast as I can cut and split,
you may come. But you will have to work, I tell you.
All this wood must be housed within aweek. So you

can come as soon as you like.”