our little brother."

"He's not my papa," said Anthony; "I wish he were. Oh, if you could see
my papa--ha! ha!--you would not forget him in a hurry; and if he chanced
to box your ears, or pinch your cheek, or rap your head with his
knuckles, you would not forget that in a hurry."

"You have got a new papa, now; so you may forget the old one. Now, hold
your head up like a man, and follow me."

Colonel Hurdlestone was lounging over his wine; his little son was
sitting over against him, imitating his air and manner, and playing
with, rather than drinking from, the full glass of port before him.

"Mrs. Paisley!" he cried, with the authority of an old man of fifty,
"tell Glen to send up some sweet madeira--I hate port. Ha! little miser,
is that you?" springing from his chair. "Why, I thought it was myself.
Now, mind, don't soil those clothes, for they don't belong to you."

"Never mind, Anthony," said his uncle. "To-morrow I will have some made
for you. Mrs. Paisley, are not these children strikingly alike?"

"Why, yes, your honor, they are too much alike to be lucky. Master
Godfrey may lay all his mischievous pranks upon this young one, and you
will never find out the mistake."

"Thank you, Paisley, for the hint. Come and sit by me, double, and let
us be friends."

"I am sure you look like brothers--ay, and twin brothers, too," said
Mrs. Paisley.

"They are first cousins," said Algernon, gravely. "This child is the
only son and heir of my rich brother, Mrs. Paisley: I beg that he may be
treated accordingly."

"Oh, certainly, sir. I never had a child so like my husband as this boy
is like you."

"Very likely, Mrs. Paisley," said the Colonel. "I have seen many
children that did not resemble their fathers. Perhaps yours were in the
same predicament?"

"Whether they were or no, they are all in heaven with their poor dear
father," whimpered Mrs. Paisley, "and have left me a lone widow, with no
one to love or take care of me."

"Jacob Glen says that you are a good hand at taking care of yourself,
Paisley," said Godfrey; "but I dare say Master Jacob would be glad of
taking care of you himself. Here's your good health, Mrs. P----;" and
down went the madeira.

"Ah, Master Godfrey, you are just like your pa--you will have your
joke. Lord bless the child! he has swallowed the whole glass of wine. He
will be 'toxicated."

Godfrey and the Colonel laughed, while Anthony slid from his chair, and
taking the housekeeper