The fact must here be candidly stated, that Charlie was not a tidy boy.  He despised mats, and seldom or never wiped his feet on entering the house; he was happiest when he could don his most dilapidated unmentionables, as he could then sit down where he pleased without the fear of his mother before his eyes, and enter upon a game of marbles with his mind perfectly free from all harassing cares growing out of any possible accident to the aforesaid garments, so that he might give that attention to the game that its importance demanded.

He was a bright-faced pretty boy, clever at his lessons, and a favourite both with tutors and scholars.  He had withal a thorough boy’s fondness for play, and was also characterised by all the thoughtlessness consequent thereon.  He possessed a lively, affectionate disposition, and was generally at peace with all the world, his sister Caddy excepted.

Caroline had recovered her breath, and her mind being soothed by the judgment that had been pronounced on Master Charlie, she began to bustle about to prepare tea.

The shining copper tea-kettle was brought from the stove where it had been seething and singing for the last half-hour; then the tea-pot of china received its customary quantity of tea, which was set upon the stove to brew, and carefully placed behind the stove pipe that no accidental touch of the elbow might bring it to destruction.  Plates, knives, and teacups came rattling forth from the closet; the butter was brought from the place where it had been placed to keep it cool, and a corn-cake was soon smoking on the table, and sending up its seducing odour into the room over-head to which Charlie had been recently banished, causing to that unfortunate young gentleman great physical discomfort.

“Now, mother,” said the bustling Caddy, “it’s all ready.  Come now and sit down whilst the cake is hot—­do put up the sewing, Esther, and come!”

Neither Esther nor her mother needed much pressing, and they were accordingly soon seated round the table on which their repast was spread.

“Put away a slice of this cake for father,” said Mrs. Ellis, “for he won’t be home until late; he is obliged to attend a vestry meeting to-night.”

Mrs. Ellis sat for some time sipping the fragrant and refreshing tea.  When the contents of two or three cups one after another had disappeared, and sundry slices of corn-bread had been deposited where much corn-bread had been deposited before, she began to think about Charlie, and to imagine that perhaps she had been rather hasty in sending him to bed without his supper.

“What had Charlie to-day in his dinner-basket to take to school with him?” she inquired of Caddy.

“Why, mother, I put in enough for a wolf; three or four slices of bread, with as many more of corn-beef, some cheese, one of those little pies, and all that bread-pudding which was left at dinner yesterday—­he must have had enough.”