g down his kind face. Ah! he
thought of his own little pet lamb, who once lisped, too, "Me yove 'ou;"
who said so now to the dear Jesus; and with that last thought came
comfort. Floy was only "sleeping"--and setting little Luly gently down,
Mr. Lacy laid a hand on each childish head, saying, "God bless you, my
little lambs," and went quietly away. The children watched him drive
off, and then capturing Dody once more--by the end of her tail this
time--Kitty popped her in her apron; and lugged her up stairs in
triumph.

There they found Wawa, sitting on the floor, with an immense pair of
scissors held in both hands, and an expression of extreme horror on his
face. Mary had left the room, and Kitty, running up to her baby brother,
pulled away the scissors in a great fright, exclaiming, "Why, Wawa!
where did you get those?"

Wawa stared astonished for a moment, his great blue eyes opened very
wide indeed; then he bubbled out, "On yer fore (floor); yook! Gawow all
poil!" (spoiled); and poor Wawa puckered up his little rosy mouth,
and began to cry most piteously.

[Illustration: KITTY POPPED HER INTO HER APRON]

Luly popped on the floor beside him in a minute, and pulling his curly
head down on her breast, she murmured, "There--don't _c'y_, never
_matter_, dear _bedder_--s'eel get well!" while Kitty lifted up poor
Gawow, who was indeed in a pitiable condition. Walter had ornamented her
face with several deep digs of the scissors, which made her look as if
she had been to the wars and come home with a number of bullet holes in
her. Then, not satisfied with this--what does that monkey Wawa do but
rip up her whole body from the neck to the waist, and shake out every
bit of the bran all over the carpet! leaving the wretched Gawow with
not the least particle of insides.

Did you ever hear of such a piece of mischief? But then Walter was such
a little fellow--not quite two years old; of course he didn't mean to do
anything wrong, and nobody thought of blaming him; so Kitty called Mary
to come and sweep up the bran, and Luly and Walter were soon happily
engaged in stuffing Gawow with rags, making her look as good as new--or
as good as old, I might say; for she was such a direful object in the
first place, that it seemed as though she must have been bought in that
condition, and never could have been otherwise; after which they
dressed her in her very best bonnet and frock, and treated her to a nice
dance in the garden, all tak