d there is one quite white--not a spot about it. It
turns its pretty face towards us. How mild and gentle it looks!"

Whilst they were talking, the cart had come alongside a wood, which was
exceedingly shady and beautiful. Many tufts of primroses, violets, and
wood-anemones grew on the banks by the wayside; and as the wind blew
gently over these flowers, it brought a most delightful smell.

"What sound is that which I hear among the trees?" said Emily. "It is
very sweet and soft."

"That is the cooing of wood-pigeons or doves," said Mr. Fairchild. "And
look, Emily, there they are! They are sitting upon the branch of a
tree; there are two of them."

"Oh, I see them!" said Emily. "Oh, how soft and pretty they look! But
now the noise of the cart has frightened them; they are flown away."

By this time the cart had passed through the wood, and they were come
in sight of Mrs. Goodriche's white house standing in a little garden
under a hill.

"Oh, mamma, mamma!" said Emily, "there is Mrs. Goodriche's house! And I
shall see my dear Lucy and Henry in a very little time."

Just as Emily spoke, they saw Lucy and Henry step out of the
house-door, and come running towards the cart. It would have pleased
you to the heart had you seen how rejoiced these dear children were to
meet each other. Mr. Fairchild lifted Henry and Lucy into the cart; and
they cried for joy when they put their arms around dear Emily's neck.

"Oh, Emily, Emily!" said Henry. "If you had died, I never would have
played again."

"God be praised!" said Mr. Fairchild. "Our dear Emily has been spared
to us."

When the cart came up to Mrs. Goodriche's garden-gate, the good old
lady came to receive Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild, and to kiss Emily; and
Sukey peeped out of the kitchen-window, not less pleased than her
mistress to see Emily in good health.

Whilst Sukey was getting the dinner, Emily and her brother and
sister went to play in the garden. Henry showed Emily some rabbits
which Mrs. Goodriche had, and some young ducks which had been hatched a
few days before, with many other pretty things. When dinner was ready,
Mrs. Fairchild called the children in, and they all sat down, full of
joy, to eat roast fowl and some boiled bacon, with a nice cold currant
and raspberry pie.

[Illustration: "_Emily and her brother and sister went to play in the
garden._"--Page 68.]

After dinner Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild and Mrs. Goodriche, with the
children, walked as far a