The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1896-08-29

dark hair and pink cheeks, came run
ming out to meet them as they
stopped. This was Mrs. Willis. and
and she looked at Dick with the kind
est eyes, and said she was glad he
could come, and hoped they would
be able to make him enjoy his visit.
When she found he had had nothing
to eat since he started from home, she
was quite shocked, and hurried him
into the house and set delicious
lunch before him. Never in his life
had anything tasted 80 good to
Dick.
He had hardly finished eating
when Mr.. Willis came to ask if he
wouldn't like to go with him to drive
up the COWS.
After the COWS we're driven up and
safely fastened in their stanchions,
Dick looked on in open mouthed as
constituent while Mr.. Willis and the
man who worked for him MIXED
them. After that he went around in
front of them to watch them eat.
Dick hurried through his supper
to go out to the barn again and look
at the COWS, who some how had
great fascination for him.
Mr.. Willis and his wife looked at
each other and smiled as the screen
door closed after Dick.
"But, oh, he is so dirtyl" said Mrs.
Willis, at actually makes the cold
chills run over me-"
Mr.. Willis laughed. "I'll take him
in swimming" he said.
When they came home from swim
ming it was nearly dark and Dick
was tired, so Mr.. Willis went with
him upstairs to pretty, low chamber,
with big chimney running up
through the centre of it, and waited
till he was in comfortable white bed
between the clean, sweet-smelling
sheets.
81 wish we could do something
about his Clothes" said Mrs. Willis,
when her husband came down.
"They are perfectly dreadful. 1 can
hardly bear to have them in the
house."
Mr.. Willis laughed again. "Well,
I don't see as there's anything you
can do except make him new ones"
81 wonder if l could do it tonight"
unused Mrs. Willis, anxiously.
"You might try" said Mr.. Willis.
"I'll run the stitching machine, and
help in any other way"
Mr.. Willis went and got Dicks old
garments and spread them on the
floor to look at while they cut the
new ones, for Mrs. Willis declared
she would not touch them, and with
much merriment they proceeded to
cut down and take in shirt and pair
of trousers belonging to Mr.. Willis,
and a shirt-waist belonging to Mrs.
Willis.
The last button hole was finished
and the last button sewed on, little
before midnight. "They're sighted
awfully, and he can almost crawl
through the stitches" said Mrs. Will
lis, "but l guess they'll hold together
till l can make him some good ones,
and at least they're whole and clean"
When Dick came down in the morn
ing he looked like new and more
wholesome boy, and Mrs. Willis
looked at him approvingly.
Dick found himself in a new world.
There were so many things to do that
sometimes it was really difficult to
choose. He liked to go to the village
with Mr.. Willis to carry the milk;
he liked to stay at home and help
Mrs. Willis feed the chickens, and
pick the vegetables for dinner or the
berries for supper; he liked to watch
the curious workings of the moving
machine and tedder; he enjoyed rid
ing to the village on errands with
Mrs. Willis; he delighted to fish in
the brook, to work among the flowers
in the flower garden, to ride on the
loads of hay, to help harness and un-
harness the two horses, or ride one of
them with the cultivator. But he
took his pleasure so seriously, and
said so little, that neither Mr.. nor
Mrs. Willis were sure that they were
pleasures.
Sometimes think he likes being
here; then when he tells about things
in New York | think he wants to get
back there, said Mrs. Willis.
When Dicks first shyness had
worn off, she had asked him few
kindly questions about himself.
"My mother died about six weeks
ago." he said. 81 never remember my
father. My mother made coats. What