eally mean. I like that. But come, I must be off,"
and handing the medicine to Gertrude he left the room quickly so as to
avoid her repeated thanks.

The little boy was standing where his mother had left him, still staring
at the restless horse. The doctor looked kindly at the little fellow.

"Would you like to take care of a horse?" he asked, as he got into his
wagon.

"No, I should like to drive one of my own," replied the child without
hesitation.

"Well, you are quite right there: stick to that, my boy," said the
doctor, and drove away.

As Gertrude, holding a child by each hand, climbed the hillside, the boy
said gaily,

"Say, mother, I can have one, can't I?"

"Do you mean to be a gentleman like the doctor, and own a horse,
Dietrich?" asked the mother.

The boy nodded.

"So you can, if you will work hard for it, and stick to your work well.
You see the doctor had to do that for a long time, and has to do it still,
and if you stick to your work as he has, and never stop nor get tired till
it is done, and well done, then you will be a gentleman, even if you are
not a doctor. It doesn't matter what you do; you may be a gentleman if
you persevere and work hard and faithfully."

"Yes, with a horse," said Dietrich.

The little girl had been listening intently to every word of this
conversation. Her black eyes blazed out suddenly as she looked up to
Gertrude and said decidedly,

"I'll be one too."

"Yes, Yes, Mr. Veronica! Mr. Veronica! that sounds well," cried Dietrich,
and he laughed aloud at the idea.

Veronica thought it no laughing matter, however. She pressed Gertrude's
hand firmly and looked up with glowing eyes, as she said, "I can be one
too, can't I mother; say?"

"You should not laugh, Dietrich," said his mother kindly. "Veronica can be
exactly what you can be. If she works steadily, and does not grow tired
and careless, but keeps on till her work is finished and well finished,
she will be a lady as you will be a gentleman."

Veronica trotted along contentedly after this explanation. She did not
speak again. The frowning brows were smoothed and the fiery eyes now shone
with the light of childish joy as she caught sight of the first flowers
that began to peep above the ground. The child's face looked fairly
charming now; her well-formed features framed by the dark locks, made a
beautiful picture.

Dietrich was also silent: but he was pursuing the same train of thought,
for he broke out p