as a great many freckles, especially on his dear little
nose. He is a great pet, of course, but not in a very babyish way--he
seems too sensible for that; and he is very gentle and thoughtful, but
not at all "soft" or cowardly. Our Baby has a brother--he is really, of
course, brother to us all; but Baby seems to think he is only "budder"
to him--a very big, almost grown-up brother, Baby considers him, for he
is nearly seven! Well, one evening lately both these little boys came
down to dessert for a great treat, because an auntie had come on a
visit, and this was the first night. They were both so pleased.
"Brother" was chattering and laughing in what we call his "big man way,"
and Baby smiling soberly. That is his way when he is pleased, and that
reminds me how we did laugh the first night he ever came down! He was so
dreadfully solemn and quiet we thought he was going to cry, and father
said, "That child had better go to bed, he looks so miserable;" but when
I asked him if he would like to go up, he looked at me and smiled, and
said, "Oh no, Cissy. He's very happy;" and then we saw he really was,
only he thought looking solemn was the best of good manners, for
afterwards he told "Brother" he thought "gemplemens and ladies never
laughed at dinner!" But he was more at home this evening that Auntie had
come, and though he did not make any noise, any one could see he was
happy. He was sitting by Auntie, who was very pleased with him, and
without any one happening to notice, she took a cocoa-nut biscuit from a
plate in front of her and gave it to him. He took it quietly, but did
not eat it, for he saw that "Budder" had not got one, and though our
little boys are not the least jealous of each other, they are very fond
of being what they call "egwall," and if one gets anything, he likes the
other to get the same.

[Illustration: AN HONEST LITTLE MAN

"Him has one, zank you." P. 55]

Auntie went on speaking, and did not see that Baby did not eat his
biscuit, but held it tight in his little hand. And in a minute or two
mother looked round and said, "I must find something my little boys will
like." Then she drew the cocoa-nut biscuits to her and chose two, a pink
one and a white one--you must know there is nothing we children think
such a treat as cocoa-nut biscuits--and handed them to them.

"Budder" took his and said, "Thank you, mother;" but what do you think
dear Baby did? Instead of taking it, as he might easily have don