m her hand, bowing very low as he did so.

"Thank ee, my little lady; sense you're plazed to ask me,--my name's
Dannul."

"O, are you?" said Flyaway, looking up in surprise at the large and
oddly-dressed stranger. "Are you Daniel? My mamma's just been reading
about you. You was in the lions' den--_wasn't_ you, Daniel?"

Mr. McQuilken smiled at bareheaded, flossy-haired little Katie, and
replied, with a wink at Abner,--

"Fath, little lady, and I suppose I'm that same Dannul; but 'twas so
long ago I've clane forgot aboot it entirely."

"O, did you? Well, you _was_ in the lions' den, Daniel, but they
didn't bite you, you know, 'cause you prayed so long and so loud,
with your winners up; and then God wouldn't let 'em bite."

Old Daniel laid both his huge hands on Katie's head.

"Swate little chirrub," said he, "don't she look saintish?"

Katie moved away; she did not like to have her hair pulled, and Daniel
was unconsciously drawing it through the big cracks in his fingers, as
if he was waxing silk.

"I guess I'll go home now," said she, with a timid glance at the man
whom the lions did not bite; "they'll be spectin' me."

Abner and Daniel both watched the tiny figure across the fields till
Ruth came out to meet it, and it fluttered into the east door of the
house.

"There, she's safe," said Abner; "she needs as much looking after as
a young turkey."

"She runs like a little sperrit, bliss her swate eyes," said Daniel.
"I had one as pooty as her, but she's at Mary's fate, Hivven rist her
sowl!"

The moment Flyaway reached the house, she rushed into the parlor to
tell her mother the news.

"The man you readed about in the book, mamma, he's out there! Daniel,
that the lions didn't bite, mamma, 'cause he prayed so long and so
loud with his winners up; he's out there--got a hat on."

"O, no, my child; it is thousands of years since Daniel was in the
lions' den; he died long and long ago."

"But he said he did, mamma; he told me so. I _fought_ he was dead,
mamma, but he said he wasn't."

Mrs. Clifford shook her head. "I dare say his name is Daniel, but he
was never in a lion's den."

Flyaway opened and closed her eyes in the slowest and most impressive
manner. "Mamma," said she, solemnly, "does--folks--tell--lies?"

It was an entirely now idea to the innocent child: it stamped itself upon
her mind like a motto on warm sealing-wax, "Folks--does--tell--lies."

Mrs. Clifford was sorry to see the look of d