"Where are you?" he said, as he came to the yard. "What are you up to, young ones?"

He could not see Fred and Rose, for they were in the pigs' trough and he did not look there for them.

"Don't say a word," said Fred, "he will not see us."

"But I want to get out, I don't like this place at all," said Rose; and in spite of Fred, she said quite loud, "John, here we are."

"Where?" said John, who could not see

them.

"In the pig stye--do please help us out." "You great goose," said Fred in a low

tone.

Up came John, and then he gave a great loud laugh.

"Well to be sure, this is a fine place to choose to play in. Oh you young scamps, what will nurse say!"

Then he took Rose by the waist and put her on her feet out side the pig stye. Oh, what a fright she was, to be sure. Her feet were wet through, and her nice white frock,

way home. True ran on in front this time, for he thought he knew the way quite well.

"I will not go home by the same road,” said John; "it will be quite light for a long time, so I will go round to shew you a fine view."

So he took them up a hill, and from the top they had a fine view of the sea, and the fields and hills all round; they could see a long, long way from the top of the hill. Then they went through a thick wood, where it was so dark that John could not see the road at all well.

When they came out of the wood, True was no where to be seen.

John gave a loud shout, "True True— True," but no True came.

"Shall I run back to look for him?" said Tom. "I will soon find him."

No, no; we shall lose you too. True will find his way home, there is no fear."

But all the rest thought poor True was lost, and it made them feel quite sad, for they were so fond of True.

"I think you must tell us a tale, Miss Bell," said John. "We must not end the day with tears for True. Or shall we sing a song?"

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Oh, let us sing a song!” cried they all.

So they sang some songs, "Jack and Jill went up the hill," and "This is the house that Jack built," and lots more. And then, when they had sung till their throats were sore, Aunt Bell told them a tale.

"Tell us a true tale, please, aunt.

Tell us what you did when you were a small child.” And this was Aunt Bell's tale.