The tears came in the poor boy’s eyes. Hugh thought of his own father, and put his hand on Harry’s shoulder. Harry laid his head on Hugh’s shoulder. “But,” he went on, “Euphra is so kind to me! And she is so clever too! She knows everything.” “Have you no brothers or sisters?” “No, none. I wish I had.” “Well, I’ll be your big brother. Only you must mind what I say to you; else I shall stop being him. Is it a bargain?” “Yes, to be sure!” cried Harry in delight; and, springing from the couch, he began hopping feebly about the room on one foot, to express his pleasure. “Well, then, that’s settled. Now, you must come and show me the horses—your ponies, you know—and the pigs—” “I don’t like the pigs—I don’t know where they are.” “Well, we must find out. Perhaps I shall make some discoveries for you. Have you any rabbits?” “No.” “A dog though, surely?” “No. I had a canary, but the cat killed it, and I have never had a pet since.” “Well, get your cap, and come out with me. I will wait for you here.” Harry walked away—he seldom ran. He soon returned with his cap, and they sallied out together. Happening to look back at the house, when a few paces from it, Hugh thought he saw Euphra standing at the window of a back staircase. They made the round of the stables, and the cow-house, and the poultry-yard; and even the pigs, as proposed, came in for a share of their attention. As they approached the stye, Harry turned away his head with a look of disgust. They were eating out of the trough. “They make such a nasty noise!” he said. “Yes, but just look: don’t they enjoy it?” said Hugh. Harry looked at them. The notion of their enjoyment seemed to dawn upon him as something quite new. He went nearer and nearer to the stye. At last a smile broke out over his countenance. “How tight that one curls his tail!” said he, and burst out laughing. “How dreadfully this boy must have been mismanaged!” thought Hugh to himself. “But there is no fear of him now, I hope.” By this time they had been wandering about for more than an hour; and Hugh saw, by Harry’s increased paleness, that he was getting tired. “Here, Harry, get on my back, my boy, and have a ride. You’re tired.” And Hugh knelt down. Harry shrunk back. “I shall spoil your coat with my shoes.” “Nonsense! Rub them well on the grass there. And then get on my back directly.”