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,he. "I'm very sorry, Mr.. Peabody

she. I'm very sorry, MI. feauouy
but can't help you"
At the same moment the outer
door opened, and in walked Aurora
Temple, Farmer Temples cherry.
checked daughter, from tie old brown
house across the meadows. Her dress
WAS quite unlike Marcia Middleton's
pale-blue orgaudie, being a substan-
tial brown calico, which had known
the interior OF q wash.tub more than
once; ber complexion, instead of be-
ing all roses and lilies, like Miss Mid.
dleton's, was browner than any
gypsy's; and in one sun-browned
hand she carried a basket of late
peaches, as rosy as her own cheeks.
''Is Mrs. Peabody at .home?" said
Aurora. "Dear mel" as she looked
around her, "what is the matter?"
Clarence Peabody told her the
whole story of his broken trust and
sore discontinue.
"But it isn't in human nature, Miss
Aurora" said he, "to see ones cher
ished Greek annotatiors flying to the
four points of the compass, without at
least an effort to rescue them. Now,
is it,"
"To-be-sure not" said Aurora.
"Couldn't you help fellow out OF
the scrape, some way or other?" hum
biz questioned MIR. Peabody, as meek.
" as if he didn't know syllable OF
Greek nor Chaldee, nor any other
mouldy old language.
Aurora peeped into the kettle.
"The Jelly is spoiled" she said,
"past all redemption!"
Clarence uttered O sepulchral
groan.
"Hepsy needn't know" retorted
Miss Temple. "Qulck! Get me a
pail of water-I'll wash out the ket-
tie. And open all the windows anu
let this smell out"
"I don't understand" said Clar-
ence, piteoualy. GLOW can ReRsey
help knowing that--
II made grape Jelly yesterday, !"
said Aurora, with o wise little nod.
:'I put it hIll up in tumblers, with
neat little Hissue paper caps u2der
their ids--just as Hepsey uses. You
and T, Mr., Peabody, will go over and
get them. Well range them neatly
on the store-room shelves, and you
shell write labels for them in your
prettiest brint-land. and Hepsey will
wonder at your skill and ingenuity:
But you. must make haste, or she will
surprise us in the midst of our sur
reptitiou7 proceedings"
"But what will you do?" said Clar-
ence, his(face irradiating.
"Thefe's plenty OF lovely wild
grapes ripening down in Willet's
Glen, where the waterfall is" said
Aurora. "I'll go down there to-mor'
row, and gather some more" ,
"Ana I'll go with you," said Clar.
ence.
When Mrs. Peabody returned, after
having seen tha-little Higbee olive
branch safe through q succession OF
fits which would have killed Ealf q
dozen ordinary babies, but produced
no apparent result to that seasoned
vessel, the kitchen was in nent order,
and Clarence was reading Mrs. Brown
ins's poems aloud to Aurora, in the
. window-seat, where the Scarlet leaves
made screen Of cool shade.
"Where's my Jelly" said Mrs. Pea
body, glaucing nerrously around her.
Clarence pointed exultantly to the
shelves of the opposite store-room,
where a dozen glasses of purple jelly
were blushing radiantly through the
crystal walls that held them in dur
ance..~
"Behold your jelly!" said he, tragi'
cally.
"Well, I declared" said Mrs. Pea
body. "Who would have imagined
that a man-and bachelor, and 6
tutor of Greek, into the bargain--could
make jelly like that?"
"Who, indeed?" said Clarence, SOL
ehnly.
x.'It seems quite like a miracle,
saia. Aurora, looking exceedingly de-
mure;. "but when we come to reflect
that all cooking is O mere matter OF
chemical ombination--"
"Book-lsarning is a wonderful
thing, amt IT." said honest Mrs. Pea
body.
The next morning the tutor of Greek
and Farmer Temples pretty daughte,
went down into the glen to gather
wild grapes, and Aurora brought home
not only basketful Of amethystine
treasures, but q captive heart.
81 think I've been in love with her
this three months, without knowing
it," said Clarence; "and that grape.
jelly business settled the matter"
But they never told Mrs. Peabody
of the innocent deception that had
been practicsdl upon her housekeep'
ing nature. ---~-..,y-