Eyebright remembered it always, and never without a sharp prick of pain, because of certain things that followed soon afterward, and of which I must tell you in this chapter. Miss Fitch's winter term opened on the 15th of September. The boys and girls were not sorry to begin school, I think.

All held their breaths. The loft was getting a little dusky now, and sure enough, an unmistakable rustle was heard among the hay in a distant corner! "This loft would be a very bad place for a robber," said Eyebright, in a voice which trembled considerably, though she tried to keep it steady. "A robber wouldn't have much chance with all our men down below.

Eyebright scarcely heeded these answers, she was so delighted to see some children after her long fast from childhood. "What are you making?" she asked. "A fort," replied one of the boys. "Now, Fweddy, you said you'd call it a castle," put in one of the girls. "Well, castles are just the same things as forts. My mother said so."

But the knotholes were too small, and, smell as they might, they could not get at him. At last, watching his chance he whipped out his jack-knife and cut off the tip of the biggest wolf's nose. Then the wolves howled awfully and ran away, and Peter put the nose-tip in his pocket, and lay down and went to sleep." "Oh, how funny!" cried Eyebright, delighted. "What came next?"

"My son Charley," like most boys of sixteen, was shy with girls whom he was not acquainted with. He shook hands cordially, but he said little; only he watched Eyebright when she was not observing, and his eyes were very friendly.

How are you, sir?" ending the sentence, to Eyebright's amazement and amusement both, with a hug and a hearty kiss, which his father as heartily returned. "Yes; I'm at home again, and very glad and thankful to be here," said Mr. Joyce. "Here's the new sister, Charley; you didn't see her, did you? Eyebright, this is my son Charley."

Wheelwright's, it's the fourth, Eyebright." The gentleman thanked them and rode away. As he did so, the bell tinkled at the schoolhouse door. "Oh, there's that old bell. I don't believe it's time one bit. Miss Fitch must have set the clock forward," declared Eyebright.

Mr. Bright looked dismayed. "It's out of the question," he replied. "I can't afford it, for one thing. The journey costs a good deal, and when she got there, Wealthy would probably not like it, and would want to come back again, which would be money thrown away. Beside, it is doubtful if we shall be able to keep any regular help. No, Eyebright; we'd better not think of it, even.

And now Eyebright remembered that she was on her road to the cave, a fact quite forgotten for the moment, and she jumped up and said she must go. "Perhaps Mrs. Waurigan will know where the Oven is," she added. "I guess so," replied Lotty; "because she does know about a great many, many things.

Dark places grew light, the soft pure air, glad of the chance, flew in to mix with the sweet, heavy smell of the dried grasses; it was as good as being out-doors, as Eyebright had said. The girls pulled little heaps of hay together for seats, and ranged themselves in a half-circle round the window, with Mr.