manner that not one word can be heard, for he makes a terrible noise, the toes of his shoes being faced with copper to prevent the youngster from wearing them out too soon.  Olive asks Esther to please get the old pink scarf and tie his feet so that he will be unable to make such a racket, Esther does not move, but upon being requested a second time gets up rather reluctantly, goes to the hat rack in the hall, gets the scarf and ties the little fellow’s feet, as requested.  Upon reseating herself at the table it is noticeable that she has a sulky expression, for she does not like to be disturbed while enjoying dinner, nor in fact any meal, for the simple reason that her appetite is voracious, being particularly fond of pickles, and she has been known to drink a cupful of vinegar in a day.

All ate in silence for some minutes, when Jane inquires if the cow was milked again last night?  “Yes,” says Dan, and “I only wish I could find out who does it; it would not be well for him, I can tell you.  This is the tenth time this fortnight that she has been milked.  Oh! if it was not for this rheumatism in my hip, I would stay up some night and catch the thief in the act, have him arrested, and—­”

“And then,” remarks Esther, with an eye to the financial part of the milk question, “we should have just two quarts more to sell every day; that would be—­let me see how much it would come to.”

“Never mind,” remarks John Teed, “how much it would come to, just hand me that dish of potatoes, please.  They are so well mashed that I must eat some more.  I can’t bear potatoes with lumps all through them, can you Jane.”

“No, John, I cannot,” replies Jane.

“Neither can I,” joins in William Cox; “if I ever marry I hope my wife will be as good a cook as Olive; if she prove so I shall be satisfied.”

“Gim me ’nother piece of meat, do you hear,” is the exclamation which comes from master Willie.

“Ask as a good boy should,” remarks Dan, “and you shall have it.”

“Gim me ’nother piece of meat, do you hear,” says the young rascal a second time, louder than before.

A good sound box on the ear from his father, prevents further remarks coming from the unruly boy during the rest of the meal.  However, after a slight pause, Dan gives him a piece of beef-steak, his mother in the meantime says: 

“I wonder how that boy learns to be so rude.”

“Why,” replies John Teed, “by playing with those bad boys down near the carriage factory.  I saw him there about nine o’clock this morning, and what’s more, I can tell you that unless he keeps away from them he will be ruined.”

“I’m going to take him in hand as soon as he gets a little older and make him toe the mark,” says Dan.  “Well Mudge,”—­Dan nearly always calls his wife Mudge, for a pet name—­“give me another cup of tea, woman, and then I’ll go back to the factory, that is as soon as I have taken a pull or two at my pipe.”