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up all the toys that the little one had played with, and put them carefully out of the desolate mother's sight. And in after years I heard that other little blossoms came to fill up that grand nursery, but Nurse never loved them as she did little “Fower,” and the mother gave her all the toys, very tearfully.

“I don't like to hoard them up,” she said, “ for after all I need no memorials to remind me of my Lily, and I like to think of her growing now a sweet, fair flower in her heavenly Father's garden, and yet I could not bear to see all these things played with and thrown about in the nursery. So take them, Nurse, and let them give pleasure to other little ones.”

“ And thus Nurse Lee took charge of us, and one evening coming to drink tea in Mrs. Spencer's nursery, she brought us all in our box for Miss Celia, who was then a little girl. But since she grew older, we were stuffed away by chance in this old cupboard. I told you all fairly that mine was a melancholy story,” added the Teapot, in an injured sort of voice, “and you see I am right, and now I've done!”

The rest of the Toys did not make much


remark, for they were all rather saddened by the story of little “Fower," but the Ball, who could not be very grave for long together, bounced up briskly, and told the Teapot, she was entitled to call on any of the rest of the company for a story in turn.

“I would rather not,” replied the Teapot, eagerly; “I am but a foolish body at all such formal doings. Pray let the next in turn favour


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Then the Ball, rather afraid of a discussion, turned it off with a joke and said:

“Well, then, in your name I will call upon the Kite for a story, for, as he flies so high, he can't be very nervous, and no doubt he has seen a good deal in high latitudes, that we shall be glad to hear!”

The Kite waved a graceful bow all round, and professed his entire readiness to be at the service of the company.



WILL begin,” said he, “by describing my first appearance


my present form. Never did a large ship launch or the building of a great mansion require more care and pains, or entirely engross more workmen than I did in my construction. Myarchitect-in-chief, I must tell you, was George Vernon, Esquire, commonly called “Uncle Gee,' and the workmen he employed under his orders were as follows. Foreman, or rather forewoman, Mrs. Tufnell, otherwise called indifferently, mother, mamma, or mummy; and as workpeople, Bob, aged eleven ; Tom, aged ten; Mary, alias Polly, aged nine; Jeanie, usually termed · Jean’ aged eight; Theodore, popularly christened ‘Dora,' because he was a little given to tearfulness and whines, aged seven; and lastly little Lucy, who still bore the name of “ baby,” and who numbered five summers.

Now Uncle Gee had come home for his holidays, for though he was nearly grown up, and seemed a giant in cleverness to all his little nephews and nieces, he was still at Oxford, and working hard at his studies. But he was very fond of all the little folks at Summerfield Rectory, and the days to the long vacation were nearly as eagerly counted by Uncle Gee, even amidst his more serious business, as by the flock of eager little adorers at the quiet home in the west.

Everything that was nice and pleasant was deferred until his arrival, and a queer variety of treasures were hoarded up for his inspection long before he came.

And Uncle Gee amply rewarded his faithful adherents, for when he came, he brought universal sunshine with him, and was as ready to enter into all their pursuits and share all their games as the veriest child amongst them. He was the best teacher of trapbat and rounders Bob and Tom knew for miles round; and yet he was as skilful and neathanded at repairing the damages in Mary's doll house, and the fractures


of baby's doll, so that he might have been a carpenter by trade.

So when at teatime, one summer evening, Mamma said to the children, who were all round the large long table, “ To-morrow Uncle Gee is coming !” they all burst out in one regular shout of delight, for this time he had gone on a visit to a friend first, and his young relations' calculations had been all put out, and they had been waiting day after day in the vain hope of seeing him. The noise and chatter

. round the tea table that evening were really deafening, and would have been quite annoying to anyone but Mamma, who smiled, and said it was a little taste of preparation for the uproar that always lasted all through Uncle Gee's visit.

And next day he came, to the great delight of all the young folks, and if he had been nearly as patient as Mamma, and quite as brave as Papa, (who did not even fear mad bulls, said baby!) why he would have been driven deaf, dumb, and blind, by all the voices talking in their loudest keys at once, or else would have expected to be torn in pieces by all the eager hands that clung to him and pulled him about.

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