CHAPTER VI.
HOME AFFECTIONS "Keep the spell of home affection.
Still alive in every heart; May its power, with mild direction, Draw our love from self apart, Till thy children Feel that thou their Father art." SCHOOL HYMN.
"I have caught such a lot of pretty sea anemones, Eric," said little Vernon Williams, as his brother strolled in after morning school; "I wish you would come and look at them." "O, I can't come now, Verny; I am going out to play cricket with some fellows directly." "But it won't take you a minute; do come." "What a little bore you are.

Where are the things ?" "O, never mind, Eric, if you don't want to look at them," said Vernon, hurt at his brother's rough manner.
"First you ask me to look, and then say 'never mind,'" said Eric impatiently; "here, show me them." The little boy brought a large saucer, round which the crimson sea-flowers were waving their long tentacula in the salt water.
"Oh, ay; very pretty indeed.

But I must be off to cricket." Vernon looked up at his brother sadly.
"You aren't so kind to me, Eric, as you used to be." "What nonsense! and all because I don't admire those nasty red-jelly things, which one may see on the shore by thousands any day.

What a little goose you are, Vernon!" Vernon made no reply, but was putting away his sea-anemones with a sigh, when in came Russell to fetch Eric to the cricket.
"Well, Verny," he said, "have you been getting those pretty sea-anemones?
come here and show me them.

Ah, I declare you've got one of those famous white plumosa fellows among them.