"Oh! I wish I was at home!" "Why don't you eat ?" asked Betsey.
"I don't think I want any breakfast; I'm not hungry," was the reply.
"I hope you are not sulky," she rejoined; "we don't like sulky boys here; why don't you eat ?" she repeated.
The sharp, cold tones of her voice struck a chill into the child's heart, and his lip quivered as he stammered something farther about not being hungry; and he hurried away into the garden, where he calmed his feelings and allayed his home-sickness by a hearty burst of tears.

After this was over, he wandered through the garden and fields until dinner; then, by reading his book and by another walk, he managed to get through the day.
The following morning, as he was coming down stairs, he was met by Alfred, who accosted him with, "Oh! you're up, are you; I was just going to call you." And looking at Charlie from head to foot, he inquired, "Is that your best suit ?" "No, it's my worst," replied Charlie.

"I have two suits better than this;" and thinking that Mrs.Bird had arrived, he continued, "I'll put on my best if Mrs.Bird wants me." "No, she ain't home," was the reply; "it's me that wants you; come down here; I've got a little job for you.

Take this," said he, handing him a dirty tow apron, "and tie it around your neck; it will keep the blacking off your clothes, you know.

Now," continued he, "I want you to clean these boots; these two pairs are Mr.Tyndall's--them you need not be particular with; but this pair is mine, and I want 'em polished up high,--now mind, I tell you.