Wall, little Raymond looked like a different creeter before he had been with us a month. We made him stay out-doors all we could; he had a little garden of his own that he took care of, and Thomas J. got him a little pony. And he cantered out on’t every pleasant day, sometimes with Boy in front of him—he thinks his eyes of Boy. And before long his little pale cheeks begun to fill out and grow rosy, and his dull eyes to have some light in ’em. [Illustration: “MAKIN’ SPEECHES.” ] He is used well, there hain’t a doubt of that. And he and Babe are the greatest friends that ever wuz. They are jest the same age—born the same day. Hain’t it queer? And they are both very handsome and smart. They are a good deal alike anyway; the same good dispositions, and their two little tastes seem to be congenial. And Josiah sez I look ahead! But, good land! I don’t. It hain’t no such thing! The _idee_! when they are both of ’em under eight. But they like to be together, and I am willin’ they should; they are both on ’em as good as gold. And on Babe’s next birthday, which comes in September, I am goin’ to get, or ruther have my companion get her a little pony jest like Raymond’s. I have got my plans laid deep to extort the money out of him. Good vittles is some of the plan, but more added to it. I shall _get_ the pony, or ruther it will be _got_. And if them two blessed little creeters can take comfort a ridin’ round the presinks of Jonesville on their own two little ponys, they are goin’ to take it. Life is short, and if you don’t begin early to take some comfort you won’t take much. But to resoom. The relation on Maggie’s side has passed away, but the relation on Josiah’s side is still in this world, if it can be called bein’ in this world when your heart and spirit are a soarin’ up to the land that lays beyend. But I guess it would be called bein’ in this world, sence his labor is a bein’ spent here, and his hull time and strength all ready to be gin to them who are in need. He is doin’ a blessed good work in Victor, for so their colony is named, after the noble hero who laid down his life for it. And the place is prosperin’ beyend any tellin’. All that Genieve dreamed about it is a comin’ true. And she is a helpin’ it on; she spends her money like water for the best good of her people. She didn’t raise no stun monument to Victor; no, the monument she raised up to his memory wuz built up in the grateful hearts of his people. Upon them, his greatest care and thought when here, she spends all her life and her wealth. She felt that she would ruther and he would ruther she would carve in these livin’ lives the words Love and Duty than to dig out stun flowers on a monument. And she felt that if she wuz enabled to cleanse these poor souls so the rays of a divine life could stream down into ’em, it wuz more comfort to her than all the colors that wuz ever made in stained glass.