were
Helen's sisters and little brother;--and some were black; they
were old nurse's children; and they were having such a nice time;
and the last little black boy was ringing the dinner bell. Aunt
Fanny was glad enough to see them, but she could not stay; so she
kissed Helen, her little new friend, and went away down the
street, and that's the whole of this story--there!

[Illustration: All playing soldiers together.]

HOW LITTLE SUSIE WAS LOST AND FOUND.

Once upon a time there was a little old gentleman, very old
indeed; his hair was as white as snow, his eyes were dim, and
he had no more teeth than a baby. As to his ears, they were no
use to him at all, for he could not hear a single word that
was said. You might have fired off twenty cannons close to
him, and he would not start half as much as when some one
comes behind you, and says--Boo!!!

What a pity! because he was such a kind, little old gentleman.
If he saw a little child like you, he would smile, and put his hand
in his pocket, and take out a piece of candy, and say--"Do you
love candy?" then the child would say--just what you would say,
if anybody should ask you--_you_ know. Then the little old
gentleman would say--"I can't hear you, but I know you love it,
so here is a famous piece for you."

One day the little old gentleman thought he would take a walk;
so he put his hat on his head, his great coat on his back, his
spectacles on his nose, took his cane in his right hand, and
off he went.

[Illustration: Man pointing]

It was a bright, cold day in spring; the little birds were
very busy building their nests, but he could not hear them
chirping to each other so sweetly. Indeed, he could hardly see
them. Poor little old gentleman!

As he was walking quietly along, he felt something very soft
take hold of his hand, and grasp it tight. What do you think
it was? He looked down, and there walking by his side, and
holding his hand, was a tiny little girl.

She was looking up in his face, with her sweet blue eyes; her
little bonnet had fallen back, and the fresh wind was blowing
her pretty curls all about.

"My name is Susy," said the little girl; "please take me home;
mamma will say--'Where is little Susy?'"

"I can't hear a word you say," answered the little old
gentleman.

"Well, then, take me home 'ight away," said Susy; "_mamma_ can
hear what I say. Please take me home, _grandpa_."

The dear little thing called him "Grandpa," bec