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Holloway lay well back in a sleepy-hollow chair and looked indolently, lazily handsome; his hostess was up onwell up on the divan, and he had the full benefit of her admirable bottines and their dainty heels and buckles.

The sweet beauty of her laid hold on him and he felt his grip going. Another word and he would be trespassing again. To keep from saying it he crossed to the recessed window and sat down in the sleepy-hollow chair which was the Major's peculiar possession in the music-room. After a little he said: "Play something, won't you? something that will make me a little less sorry that I didn't kill him."

Humph! as though anything could be little that is wrong! Sin is never little! A Clogged Channel. Out in Colorado they tell of a little town nestled down at the foot of some hills a sleepy-hollow village. You remember the rainfall is very slight out there, and they depend much upon irrigation. But some enterprising citizens ran a pipe up the hills to a lake of clear, sweet water.

Him did he adjure to take his war-denouncing trumpet, and mounting his horse, to beat up the country night and day sounding the alarm along the pastoral border of the Bronx startling the wild solitudes of Croton arousing the rugged yeomanry of Weehawk and Hoboken the mighty men of battle of Tappan Bay and the brave boys of Tarry-Town, Petticoat-Lane, and Sleepy-Hollow charging them one and all to sling their powder-horns, shoulder their fowling-pieces, and march merrily down to the Manhattoes.

I can't tell you about it. Some day you will know. Oh, Lord! some day you must know all. Think of Uncle Carey sometimes, dear, and keep on loving him. Remember how we used to sit in the sleepy-hollow chair and tell fairy tales. My Nancy pet! Poor little orphan baby! It is hard to leave you alone dependent among strangers. Here! This little package is for you.

His only resource on such occasions, either to drown thought or drive away evil spirits, was to sing psalm-tunes; and the good people of Sleepy-Hollow, as they sat by their doors of an evening, were often filled with awe at hearing his nasal melody, "in linked sweetness long drawn out," floating from the distant hill or along the dusky road.

Then she led him into the rose-covered porch, and seated him in the "sleepy-hollow;" brought him a dish of strawberries, and told him to rest while she got ready his supper. "Rest!" he answered; "I'm not tired. Willie an' I cooked our own supper, too. So you jest put Willie to bed he's tired enough, I guess an' then come an' talk to me.

The guests went away early, and Polly ran upstairs to take off her best gown and slip on a comfortable dark blue wrapper. When she returned to the parlor, her mother was sitting in front of the fire, in a wide sleepy-hollow chair. She turned her head, as Polly entered the room. "Come, dear," she said; "there's room for two here." And Polly came.

He thought it over lazily after lunch, resting in the sleepy-hollow chair by the east window in the room that had been his ever since he graduated from the nursery. All about him were devices for comfort and adornment that spoke of his mother's hand. She knew the sort of thing he liked, his handsome, unhappy mother.

I cover this sacred work with housewifely care; but it makes our rest there more hallowed. This old chair we call our dreaming-chair, to borrow a name, our Sleepy-Hollow. It is so simple and grand in workmanship, it should be the seat of honor in a king's palace; and yet it is in place in our small parlor.