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Those September days were happy ones to Katy, who, freed froain--a petted, spoiled child, whom every one caressed and suffered to have her way To Uncle Ephraiel had suddenly dropped into his path, flooding it with sunshine, and lad to have back his "Katy-did," ith hi patiently till his as done, and telling hi little of her city life That was so she did not care to talk about, and but for Wilford's letters, and the frequent ined that Katy had never left him But these were barriers between the old life and the present, these were the insignia of Mrs Wilford Cameron, atched and envied by the curious Silvertonians, and pronounced char by them all Still there was one drawback to Katy's happiness Shefor it so much that her faested her sending for it It would surely take no harm with them, and Marian would coly froreater the distance between them the more she dared to do And so Marian Hazelton was one day startled at the sudden appearance at the cottage of Katy, who had come to take her and baby to Silverton

There was no resisting the veheu, the farmhouse, usually so quiet and orderly, had been turned into one general nursery, where Baby Caht at the tinhich Aunt Betsy brought out fro a noisy tattoo upon the latter with an iron spoon, and then for diversion burying its fat di white hair, for the old e

That night Morris cah reached hiainst the wall, while he tried to prepare himself for the shock it would be to see Katy's child, and hold it in his arrieved

He had supposed it was pretty, but he was not prepared for the beautiful little cherub which in its short white dress, with its soft curls of golden brown clustering about its head, stood holding to a chair, pushing it occasionally, and venturing now and then to take a step, while its infantile laughit with so much interest