"O, I don't know, Cassy; I've taken Mahla into Square Root."
"Why, Gracie, what made you? You won't get that splendid present from your pa!"
"O, Cassy," sighed Grace, "I thought I'd be good, just once, and do as the Bible said, and see how it would seem."
"The Bible says so many things!" said Cassy, thoughtfully.
"Yes, Cassy; but I mean the Golden Rule. Why, I never mistrusted that rule was so beautiful. It just makes me love Mahla dearly."
Cassy's brown eyes kindled with sympathy; but she exclaimed, suddenly,—
"Come, let's go in the kitchen and talk German with Barby."
Horace set by the white table, sighing over his Geography.
Robert came in, looking mischievous. "What say to a story, girls?" said he, glancing at Grace. "I'll begin with a landscape, book-fashion:—
"Twas a lovely evening in May. The aged stars were twinkling as good as new; the moon was 'resting her chin' against a cloud: the serene heavens—"