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"But suppose Nature planted a lot of trees on a sround,"

I said, "what then?"

"What then, Grant? Why, for a tirow up thin and poor and

spindly, till one of theo on growing, and the others would dwindle and die away"

The tis about the

place pretty fast As the months went on I becarees pretty well knew his

position

It seemed that he had been a er for eneral servant all in one, confided to oere all hanging up in

their places just as they had been left by Mrs Brownsmith

"Which it's a dead waste, Master Grant," she used to finish by saying,

"as there's several as I knoould be glad to have 'em; but as to

that--Lor' bless yer!"

It was not often that Mrs Dodley spoke, but when she did it was to

inveigh against soreat burden to the scrupulously clean woman

"Tens I says," she confided to hts, and

what's the consequence? If I want to do a bit of extry needle-work I

ht up two tens, but I should never have the heart to burn two

eights at once, for extravagance I can't abear Ah! he's a hard master,