to tears, saying,--

"I told you not to choose a house to build in; I was sure a bush
would have been safer. Do, dear husband, come away now to some
other place; I do not like the men."

Robinette was very angry at his work being spoiled, and he answered
a little sharply,--

"Nonsense, my dear; I am not going to be driven out of my way by a
stupid old gardener. We shall build here again. Let us set to work
at once; and if that man interferes I shall tell the mistress.
Hallo! here is a piece of good-luck for us; he has only thrown it
down here. To be sure, it is torn to pieces. But never mind; we
shall soon have it up again."

You see Robinette had a temper; but he was a cheery wee bird,
inclined to make the best of things. When his anger had cooled, he
chirped to his down-hearted little wife so brightly that she was
obliged to pluck up spirit, and they were soon as merry as before
the terrible misfortune.

A few days after these events Mrs. Lewis came into her greenhouse,
and seeing it look so much brighter and lighter than usual, she
said to the gardener,--

"You must acknowledge that the house looks better for being clean.
Try to keep it so."

"I'll try, ma'am; but it is not much use when these mischievous
birds come in, bringing their stuff to build with. Just look there.
I threw away a nest from that very spot three days ago, and there
is another. And there is a robin in it."

"It is Robinette," cried Polly. "I am sure it is.--Bobbie, come for
crumbs."

Robinette, sly bird, had been watching and listening; and when he
saw that attention was drawn to the nest, he sat down in it as
though he were the lady on her eggs, knowing well "the mistress"
would give orders that he was not to be disturbed. And when she
saw it was her own pet robin, of course she was more decided, and
told the gardener he was on no account to take down the nest, and
every possible arrangement was to be made for the comfort and
happiness of Robinette and his wife.

It is customary to close all stories when the hero marries. So,
having come to the end of Robinette's bachelor days, we shall take
leave of him and his bride, hoping that, now they are married, they
will "live happy ever after."

APPLE-PIE ORDER.

What a bright, sunshiny forenoon! and how green the meadow looked
before Simon Copland's farm! The thrush in the great thorn was
singing loudly, and the old clock, which stood in its dark oak case
in the corner of th