KINDLED.
"AUNT RUTH," exclaimed Jean, "do come and sit down by this fire. See! I've blown it into such a lovely blaze, because I know you love blazes."
Aunt Ruth laughed. "Where did you find that nice pair of bellows?" she asked. "I never saw them before."
"I should think you hadn't!" said Jean. "I was searching in the garret this afternoon for something mother wanted in that old chest of hers, and I came upon them, wrapped up in a sheet of old-fashioned paper, as yellow as yellow."
"Among her treasures?" asked Aunt Ruth.
"Yes; she would hardly let me use them, they were such a treasure! But I told her they did nobody any good up there, hidden away, and if I left them there they would be forgotten for another twenty years—"
"Where shall you keep them?" asked Aunt Ruth.
"Handy!" returned Jean, emphatically.
With which words she began blowing up the wood fire with fresh energy, enjoying the effect to the full, as who does not?
"Go it!" said Tom, coming behind, "Or let me."