The New England magazine . ll through one of those glorious au- tumn days when the tang in the New Eng-land air makes one glad of our much-abused climate I followed the labors ofthe construction-crew, asking such ques-tions as occurred to me, and always re-ceiving ready and intelligent answers. Ourmidday meal was brought to us by thecooks assistants, and we ate it hastily in aravine through which a little stream of clearwater trickled. At six oclock we alltramped back to camp, tired and the grime of the days toil had beenremoved and we met in the big awaited us:
The New England magazine . ll through one of those glorious au- tumn days when the tang in the New Eng-land air makes one glad of our much-abused climate I followed the labors ofthe construction-crew, asking such ques-tions as occurred to me, and always re-ceiving ready and intelligent answers. Ourmidday meal was brought to us by thecooks assistants, and we ate it hastily in aravine through which a little stream of clearwater trickled. At six oclock we alltramped back to camp, tired and the grime of the days toil had beenremoved and we met in the big awaited us: hot roast beef, bakedbeans, muffins, pies that were flaky andbrown like those mother used to make,and plenty of the doughnuts which theNew Yorkers in our party persisted in call-ing crullers. At nine oclock we allturned in — that is, all except the superin-tendent and the cook. My last recollectionis of hearing the dishes still clattering in theculinary department at about nine oclock. A YOUNG WOOER By MARY E. FITZGERALD. he I DD as Jobs hat-band! ex-claimed Aunt Matilda, nod-ding her head father humors him to anextent that would make yourhair stand on end. Because he likes to readand poke around instead of getting out toplay with the other boys, he thinks hesdelicate. What he needs is a good, strong-mindedstepmother to take some of the nonsenseout of him, said her visitor. My cousinHenry had just about such a boy. Youshould see him now, she finished, remi-niscently. She had a time—his step-mother,! mean; but she won out. Yes, thatswhat your nephew needs. Aunt Matilda laughed. A stepmother is just what Charles Har-rison is wild to have, but he wants a handin the selection of the lady. Mrs. Hayes threw up both hands, ex-claiming, Well, I never! Where Charles Harrison is concerned,my brother is a perfect fool, said AuntMatilda, emphatically. He was payingsome attention to Miss Jeannette Seaverns,but stopped suddenly just because CharlesHarrison objected; at lea
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