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“Yes, but perhaps there'll be time for THE TIEDGE OF THORNS.

me just to run with your letter.' (Continued from p. 123.)

Not, I'm sure, if you have learned none

of your lessons yet.' CHIAPTER III.

“I'll go, mother,' said Harry, starting ATURDAY came, and even up. Only then, Clement, you must do the

Clement's spirits revived tool-house without me—at least if I'm not
under the bright spring back till dinner-time; Mrs. Booth so often
sunshine and the holiday keeps one.'
freedom.

“And I want an answer to the note,' said • Remember, James is

Mrs. Harley. “Just finish your lessons to call for us directly after first, and then you will be sure of them. dinner; you'll be ready, And you, Clement, set about yours, too; if

, won't you?' said Harry, there's the tool-house to make neat, there's getting out his own lesson

no time to be lost, and you know how books.

Simpson dislikes everything being turned O yes,' was the easy answer, there's upside-down. Remember, you've had all the lots of time yet,' and Clementturned another seeds and everything about this morning; page of his darling Robinson Crusoe.

you must take care and leave all quite “I don't know, it's getting on,' said Harry, neat, for it's Sunday to-morrow, you and there's the tool-house to set to rights. know.' Simpson will be home again on Monday, So Clement got down his lesson-books, and will make ever such a fuss if we leave and stretching himself full-length on the it in a mess: and it's just as likely as not sofa opened his Latin Grammar at the right mother may send us on an errand; she often

place. He did not learn very much, howdoes on a Saturday morning, doesn't she ?' ever, a long-drawn gape interrupted him

• What a fidget you are!' cried Clement, every now and then, and his attention good-humouredly enough, but with a little

would keep wandering off to the pattern worried shake of the shoulders. . It will of the paper on the wall, or to Tartar, be all right.'

where he lay basking in the sun upon the You'll help me with the tool-house ?' mat before the French window. Harry

“Yes, of course; now do be quiet for a had soon finished his work, and began to bit, will you ?'

put his books tidily away. Clement,' said Mrs. Harley, looking in You'll not forget the tool-house,' he shortly afterwards, "I want you to run for said to his brother. “You know how we me with a note to Mrs. Booth's.'

upset the shelves looking for the seeds and Clement dragged himself up from the labels. I shall have no time when I get easy-chair in which he was lolling, and back, I'm sure.' put down his book.

“Oh, I'll do it, honour bright,' was ‘But you are learning your lessons ?' Clement's ready assurance. 'It's only fair, No, mother."

if you go the errand instead of me.' They are learned then, I hope ? Didn't And you'll lock the door, and hang the you say you had fixed to go out with James key in its place?' Barlow in the afternoon ?'

Yes, yes, YES!' shouted Clement after

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Simpson's anger, came to cloud the pleasure of that bright Saturday afternoon. The boys came home late and tired, but full of delight with their successful excursior; they had got several kinds of eggs they particularly wanted for their collections, and a fair division of the spoil had to be made before James left them. It was not till he was gone that Clement missed Tartar, and inquired what had become of him: no one seemed to know, but Mr. Harley had seen him in the garden during the evening.

“Just before you lads came in,' he answered to Clement's eager question. But never mind him now, I'll see after him tonight ; it's time you were in bed, so off with you, there's a good boy.'

Clement obeyed, little dreaming of the trouble that awaited him in the morning, the sharpest wound he had yet had to suffer from his cruel Hedge of Thorns.

(To be continued.)

him. “What a fussy, precise old woman you are! Come here, Tartar.'

Tartar's muzzle was quickly in his young master's hand, and the presence of his favourite did not help Clement much with his lessons. The clock on the mantle-shelf striking the half-hour gave him a start.

Oh, dear! there's the tool-house ! and I don't even know my grammar!' he cried. "Well, I must have my lessons perfect, I daren't risk them : and if I haven't time for those horrid garden things before dinner, I must settle them after we come home in the evening. But if I buckle-to now I shall manage all before Harry is back.'

And for once with the shadow of the cribbed' exercise still upon him he did buckle-to;' and when the dinner-bell rang he could run off gaily to wash his hands, for all was ready for Monday. There was the tool-house, to be sure, but that did not trouble him greatly ; it was only a matter of cutting their expedition short by halfan-hour; or of running home a bit faster than James and Harry.

Dinner was over and the boys were ready to start.

• Come along, Tartar, old boy,' called out Clement.

• No, it'll never do to take him,' said James Barlow. "He'd frighten the birds; and besides, they'd be making a row if we took a dog into woods and places.'

- Poor old fellow! Then you must be left behind, must you?' And Clement patted Tartar's head fondly, and, not without much reluctance, shut him up safe somewhere while they got the start.

. It's not half the fun without dear old Tartar,' he said to himself regretfully; but in the heat of egg-collecting the absent pet was at last forgotten.

And the tool-house was forgotten, too. No thvuyrit of the disorder there, or of

MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF THE EAST.

SITTING AT MEAT.

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meat on chairs, as we do, but they lay on benches or sofas, with their faces towards the table, and their feet towards the wall. This must have been the way in which our Saviour was lying, when the woman came behind Him, and washed His feet with her tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head, and poured the ointment on them. When St. John was leaning on the bosom of Jesus, and asked IIim who it was that should betray Him, they must have been seated, or lying, in the same way. If the master of a feast wished to show honour to any persons at the table, he sent them some of his own dish, as when Joseph sent meat to his brothers from the dish before biu.

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