"Pop-pa!" shrieked Vada, dropping a paper full of loose dirt and stones upon her sprawling brother's back, in her haste to reach her diminutive parent. "Uh!" grunted Jamie, scrambling to his feet and tottering heavily in the same direction. There was a curious difference in the size and growth of these twins. Probably it utterly escaped the adoring eyes of their father.

As they trails by, Willyum sees Billy Willyum can make a small bluff at talkin' by now an', p'intin' his finger at Billy, he sags back on his mother's dress like he aims to halt her, an' says: "'Pop-pa! Pop-pa! meanin' Billy that a-way; although the same is erroneous entire, as every gent in Wolfville knows. "'Which if Willyum's forefinger he p'ints with

An' then Nore knew there wasn't no more rain, nor nothing, an' they turned his wife into a pillow o' salt 'cos she'd made him eat the apple. An', pop-pa, tell us another." "'Ess, a nudder," cried Jamie, his chubby fat legs wabbling under him as he danced about "a nudder a nudder a nud "

"On'y Jamie has bread an' milk, pop-pa. Y'see his new teeth ain't through. Mine is. You best cut his up into wee bits." "Sure, of course," agreed Scipio in relief. "I'll get along down to Minky's for milk after," he added, while he obediently proceeded to cut up the boy's meat. It was a strange meal. There was something even tragic in it.

The halt was made beside the wash-tub, and childish curiosity promptly asserted itself. "You ain't washin' more clothes, poppa?" demanded Vada, with wide questioning eyes. "Ain't this Sunday?" "Pop-pa wash tothes," mumbled Jamie. Sunny took it upon himself to put the matter right in the small minds. He beamed upon the children. "Poppa's going to wash you," he said, with unction.

"Pop-pa," they shouted, with all the power of their childish lungs. The men released them, and, with a rush, they hurled themselves upon the small person of their father. Scipio set a bundle he was carrying upon the floor and scrambled Jamie into his arms and kissed him. Then he kissed Vada.