The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1894-12-22

angry vuture. This open rebellion had In
furiated her. But now that Mr.. Thackeray
was near me felt more secure.
you will go to bed early, and you VIII
have piece of dry bread for supper
said Refine, her voice trembling with rage.
Don't let her punish me-" whispered In
English to Mr.. Thackeray, clutchlng holo
of his coat
HE walked solemnly toward the eureeh'
which had rolled down the garden path.
He picked it up carefully, asked heihe TO
give him the spoon, which she o'u most re-
luctantIy. There was Just wee urop ieIt.
Mr. Thackeray tasted it-oh. what 1unny
expression he had ON his face then. lie eV-
identity did not relish the soup. for he went
up to Refine, and, bending his Dig head, he
whispered something into her ear. she
muttered Il remark; then they both went
info the house. After few minutes Mr..
Thackeray returned.
ssNow, little ones, am going to give you
a treat. We shall go to the best pattissier in
paris.and you can eat as many tarts as you
like
.sHurrah hu1rahl'' we shouted.
"Vive Mr.. Thackerayp' I screamed out.
looking at Refine with triumph in my eyes,
for had won great victory.
Refine was cresfa lien the yulture-like
EXPRESSION. had disappeared.
Put on your hats and pelisses," said Mr..
Thac keray while go fetch a voiture."
Mr.. Thackeray was now our king of men;
he had delivered us from the dragon. Refine.
How joyfully we got into that cab! The
coao her cracked his whip; the old horse
logged ON to the promised land of cakes.
We had decided upon going to well-known
confectioner in the Rue de RivoH.
During the drive Mr.. Thackeray told us
story about giant who had a big bed made
of chocolate. which he licked continually.
pillows of sponge cakes, blankets made OF
jellies. (How we envied that giantD At last
the GROWER stopped in front OF the IA
nous cake shop. Mr.. Thackeray helped us
all out so carefully. and heading the small
procession, he opend the glass door of the
palace of cakes.
.sOh, what delicious tarts!'' exclaimed
Mr.. Thackeray. pointing to varied display
of open fruit cakes displayed on big
table in the centre of the room.
ooh. wish that had as many stomachs
as the camel!'' remarked my brother;
s'would l not then eat big lot!''
ways to have as many tarts as one can.eat!
(ny exclamationO
Mr.. Thackeray's spectacles twlnkled
with fun.
.'Eat as many as you can digest" he said.
81 am going to make a purchase, few
doors off,, He left the shop, and we began
tucking in vigorously. The person who sat
at the counter (how happy she mist be. for
she could eat cakes and bonbons all day.
long kept her eyes fixed on all us children.
She was evidently counting how many
cakes we devoured. And we did devour
great many, especially the little brother
who wished he had as many sto-cachs as the
camel.
When Mr.. Thackeray reappeared in the
shop our mouths. noses, cheeks, were
covered with jam and cream. | remember
that he pulled large red silk pocket-hand-
kercbief out of one of his many pockets
and wiped all our faces. When we re-entered
the cab, we begged Mr. Thackeray to finish
the story of the giant.
.Ah, poor giant!'' exclaimed MI. Tback-
cray twiping his spectacles. as if he were
shedding tears). latter he had licked up