Suddenly he lay over on the leaves, his forehead on his elbow, and wept in silence. Sue lay beside him, her cheek partly covered by golden curls. She felt badly, but did not give way. They were both utterly weary and cast down. Sue lay on her back and drew out her tiny doll much as a man would light a cigarette in his moment of abstraction. She flirted it in the air and brought it down upon her breast. The doll had come out of her pocket just in time to save her. She lay yawning a few moments, then fell asleep, and soon Socky joined her. Gordon lay down upon a bed in one of the cabins. He, too, was weary and soon forgot his troubles. The Emperor, having shifted his garments, went behind the camp and stood looking down at his sorrowing people. A smile spread over his countenance. It came and passed like a billow of sunlight flooding over the hills. He shook his head with amusement. Soon he turned away and sauntered slowly towards the river-bank. These, children had been flung, as it were, upon the ruin of his hopes. What should he do with them and with "Mis' Strong"? Suddenly a reflection of unusual magnitude broke from his lips. "They's g-got t' be tall contrivin'," he whispered, with a sigh. Sinth, who had been sowing onions, heard him coming and rose to her feet. "G-Gordon!" said he, pointing towards camp. "Anybody with him?" she asked.. "The childem," said he. "G-goin't' leave 'em." Sinth turned with a look of alarm. "C-can't swear, nuther," Strong added. "He can take 'em back," said Miss Strong, with flashing eyes and a flirt of her apron. "R-roughlocks!" the Emperor demanded, in a low tone. "Who'll tek care of 'em?" "M-me." "Heavens!" she exclaimed, her voice full of despair. "C-come, Mis' Strong." So saying, Silas took the arm of his complaining sister and led her up the hill. When he had come to the potato-hole he pointed down at the children. They had dressed with scrupulous care for the eye of him who, not an hour since, had been the greatest of all men. The boy lay in his only wide, white collar and necktie, in his best coat and knee-breeches. The girl had on her beloved brown dress and pink sun-bonnet. It was a picture to fill one's eyes, and all the more if one could have seen the hearts of those little people. A new look came into the face of Sinth. "Land sakes!" she exclaimed, raising one of her hands and letting it fall again; "she looks like Sister Thankful--don't she, don't she, Silas?" Sinth wiped her eyes with her apron. The heart of Silas Strong had also been deeply touched. "R-reg'lar angel!" he exclaimed, thoughtfully. After a moment of silence he added, "K-kind o' like leetle f-fawns." They turned away, proceeding to the cook-tent. Sinth looked as if she were making up her mind; Silas as if his were already made up. Sinth began to rattle the pots and pans. "Sh-h!" Silas hissed, as he fixed the fire. "What's the matter?" she demanded. "W-wake 'em up." "Hope I will," she retorted, loudly.