"No; they don't look nice; they're dirty," whispered Cyril, with a glance of disgust directed toward the strangers. "Maybe dey is hungry," suggested Fan, "let's dive 'em some fing out o' de basket." "Good afternoon, little girls," said Zillah, raising her voice slightly as they drew near; "will you come and sit with us?" They shook their heads but came creeping on, each with a finger in her mouth. "Have you had your dinner?" An affirmative nod. "I'm going to tell a story to these children, and if you like to come and listen too, you can. What are your names?" "Mine's Emmaretta Lightcap, and hers is Minerva Lightcap. She's my sister, she is. Now go on and tell your story. Min, let's set down on the grass right here." They listened in open-mouthed wonder till summoned by a shrill voice from the direction of the smithy, when they rose and scampered away. The Keiths were a very domestic family; no place like home to them; and all, from the father down to little Fan, were heartily weary of the unsettled life they had led for some weeks past. It was therefore with joy they found themselves once more able to sit down under their own vine and fig tree, (if a rented domicile so unsightly as "the yellow house on the corner" may fitly be compared to natural objects so full of beauty and grace). By the evening of the second day the advanced stage of the internal improvements warranted them in taking possession. As the shadows grew long the children were called in, the family gathered about a neatly appointed table set out in the centre one of the three lower rooms; spoken of indifferently as the sitting, or dining-room, since it must answer both purposes. The meal was enlivened by cheerful chat, in which the children were allowed to take part; the only restriction being that but one voice was to be heard at a time; and that not in loud or boisterous tones. No domestic had been found yet and leaving mother and aunt to chat with the father, Mildred and the younger girls cleared the table, washed the dishes and made all neat in the kitchen. This done they returned to the sitting-room. The great family Bible lay open on the table before the father, a pile of hymn-books beside it. These last Rupert took up and distributed; the father read a few verses of Scripture and gave out a hymn. The mother's sweet voice set the tune, the others joined in and a full chorus of praise swelled upon the summer evening air. It died away, and all knelt while the father offered a short but fervent prayer giving thanks for the mercies of the day, asking for protection through the night, confessing sins and pleading for pardon and eternal life, for all temporal and spiritual good, through the atoning blood of Christ. It was thus each day was begun and ended in this truly Christian family. "As for me and my house we will serve the Lord," was the resolution with which Mr. and Mrs. Keith had begun their married life.