Come, get up, child! and shell dese 'ere pease--time you get 'em done, old Mrs.Thomas will be down stairs." Charlie was thus engaged when Mrs.Thomas entered the kitchen.

"Well, Charles--good morning," said she, in a bland voice.

"I'm glad to see you here so soon.

Has he had his breakfast, Aunt Rachel ?" "Yes; and he eat like a wild animal--I never see'd a child eat more in my life," was Aunt Rachel's abrupt answer.
"I'm glad he has a good appetite," said Mrs.Thomas, "it shows he has good health.

Boys will eat; you can't expect them to work if they don't.