Finding that the afternoon readings amused herself as much as they did the children, she kept them up, and brought out all her old favorites enjoying a double pleasure in seeing that her young audience relished them as much as she did when a child for to all but Thorny they were brand new.

Out of one of these stories came much amusement for all, and satisfaction for one of the party.
"Celia, did you bring our old bows ?" asked her brother, eagerly, as she put down the book from which she had been reading Miss Edgeworth's capital story of "Waste not Want not; or, Two Strings to your Bow." "Yes, I brought all the playthings we left stored away in uncle's garret when we went abroad.

The bows are in the long box where you found the mallets, fishing-rods, and bats.

The old quivers and a few arrows are there also, I believe.

What is the idea now?
asked Miss Celia in her turn, as Thorny bounced up in a great hurry.
"I'm going to teach Ben to shoot.