I shall write to her to-day, and what shall I say as to the work ?" "Well, I've been consulting the compass," I answered thoughtfully, as I looked down at the yielding sand under my feet.

"I think that I want to be a lawyer." "Good! I would have guessed it.

I suppose your week in the court room with the fine old judge and the lawyers settled that for ye." "I think that it did." "Well, the Senator is a lawyer, God prosper him, an' he has shown us that the chief business o' the lawyer is to keep men out o' the law." Having come to the first flight of the uplands, he left me with many a kind word--how much they mean to a boy who is choosing his way with a growing sense of loneliness! I reached the warm welcome of our little home just in time for dinner.
They were expecting me and it was a regular company dinner--chicken pie and strawberry shortcake.
"I wallered in the grass all the forenoon tryin' to git enough berries for this celebration--ayes!--they ain't many of 'em turned yit," said Aunt Deel.

"No, sir--nothin' but pure cream on this cake.

I ain't a goin' to count the expense." Uncle Peabody danced around the table and sang a stanza of the old ballad, which I have forgotten, but which begins: _Come, Philander, let us be a-marchin'._ How well I remember that hour with the doors open and the sun shining brightly on the blossoming fields and the joy of man and bird and beast in the return of summer and the talk about the late visit of Alma Jones and Mr.and Mrs.Lincoln! While we were eating I told them about the letter of old Kate.
"Fullerton!" Aunt Deel exclaimed.