Aunt Anne produced a bundle, and placed the hat on it, upon which she had neatly pinned a tract, "The Drunkard's Awakening!" Mrs.Boulby glanced her eye in wrath across this superscription, thinking to herself, "Oh, you good people! how you make us long in our hearts for trouble with you." She controlled the impulse, and mollified her spirit on her way home by distributing stray leaves of the tract to the outlying heaps of rubbish, and to one inquisitive pig, who was looking up from a badly-smelling sty for what the heavens might send him.
She found Robert with his arm doubled over a basin, and Susan sponging cold water on it.
"No bones broken, mother!" he sang out.

"I'm sound; all right again.

Six hours have done it this time.

Is it a thaw?
You needn't tell me what the old dad has been saying.

I shall be ready to breakfast in half an hour." "Lord, what a big arm it is!" exclaimed the widow.