. St. Nicholas [serial]. e had five minks. He stopped hisskiff in the middle of the stream, and looked at usso queerly that we could not keep from smiling. Why not? said I,rather taken aback. Kase I kotch thatanimal the very nextnight arter ye showedme the slide. He, he,he ! Will and I looked ateach other. We felt badly put did not care to talk with the oldman any more. He looked to us a gooddeal like a thief. He laughed all tohimself in a quiet, satisfied way as he pad-dled on down the stream. That pelt war woth six dollars,he muttered, an I was boun to hevit, ye see. We took down our
. St. Nicholas [serial]. e had five minks. He stopped hisskiff in the middle of the stream, and looked at usso queerly that we could not keep from smiling. Why not? said I,rather taken aback. Kase I kotch thatanimal the very nextnight arter ye showedme the slide. He, he,he ! Will and I looked ateach other. We felt badly put did not care to talk with the oldman any more. He looked to us a gooddeal like a thief. He laughed all tohimself in a quiet, satisfied way as he pad-dled on down the stream. That pelt war woth six dollars,he muttered, an I was boun to hevit, ye see. We took down our blind of cedar-boughs, drew up our little anchor, andpaddled away, feeling too disappointedto talk much. But, after all, the old trapper no doubtneeded the otters skin much more than we did,and so it all turned out right. One thing was sure : we had made good progresswith our Greek and Latin lessons, meanwhile. H4 CHRISTMAS AT NUMBER ONE, CRAWLIN PLACE. [December, CHRISTMAS AT NUMBER ONE, CRAWLIN PLACE. By Sargent OST certainly, Number One,Crawlin Place, was a din-gy abode at any time, butas Carol came in sight ofit, one bright afternoona few days before Christ-mas, with his mind full ofmuch pleasanter places, hegave a little sigh of disap-proval, and muttered, not gloomily, but honestly,as if he had been called upon suddenly to compareit candidly with brighter places he had seen : It looks meaner than ever ! A ray from the sun as he looked up at No. I,seemed to contradict him, for it fell brightly upona window in the fourth story and lighted it upwonderfully ; or was it the bright, deep-set eyesof old Aunt Kizzy, as she looked down and noddedcheerfully? However that may be, little Carol for-got that Crawlin Place was dingy as he darted upthe old stairs. The faded face of Aunt Kizzy, herbright eyes and worn wig, were a part of his home ;and when Christmas is near, home is dearer thanany other place in the world, if it is dingy. Be-sides, Carol—but let him tell his own
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