He told a kind blind lady, to whom he sold some, that his sister wanted to get work, so that she could help a poor little orphan-girl. The kind lady sent Susan half a dozen handkerchiefs to hem; and the next morning Susan rose early, and sewed by candle-light, while the other children were in bed and asleep. [Illustration] For three years the poor Bourne family gave Rachel a nice happy home in their little house; and they would have kept her longer, but one day, while the children were all playing on the beach, they heard a great shouting, and ran to see what it was about. It was all in honor of Grandfather Harrison. He had come back, as Rachel had always said he would. He had been picked up at sea in his sinking boat by a ship bound for Australia. The old man was carried to that far country. He went to the mines, and helped some men dig gold. He made a good deal of money, thinking it would be a good thing if he could only be rich enough to send his dear little grand-daughter to school. But Rachel was not the only one who was benefited by his good fortune. The Bournes shared in it. Joe and Susan, and all the rest of the children, were sent to school also; and they studied with a will. It was always a happy thought to Rachel that the great kindness of these good people did not miss its reward even in this life. IDA FAY. [Illustration] YOUNG LAZYBONES. Music by T. CRAMPTON. [Illustration: Music] _Cheerfully. mf_ 1. Young Lazybones is smooth and sleek, Young Lazybones is fat; His eye sits drowsing in his cheek, And many a day has sat, Young Lazybones he keeps his state All in his easy chair, And tho' the time is getting late, He does not seem to care. 2. Then little Maggie sings to him, And plays upon the harp; While rapid Robert, keen and slim, Cries, "Lazybones, look sharp!" And Lucy tickles with her wand, This sleepy, lazy boy; And one and all with tricks and jokes In teasing him take joy. 3. But Lazybones must take his nap Before he goes to bed: He does not move his weary limbs Or lift his heavy head. And though a dozen brewers' drays Should rumble o'er the stones, Not all the noise that they can make Would rouse Young Lazybones. * * * * * Transcriber's Notes: Obvious punctuation errors repaired. This issue was part of an omnibus. The original text for this issue did not include a title page or table of contents. This was taken from the July issue with the "No." added. The original table of contents covered the second half of 1873. The remaining text of the table of contents can be found in the rest of the year's issues.