"I'm going to see the postmaster who said there were no rapids in the Magog or the St. Francis; that's all," replied Joe. "I've a painful duty to perform, and I'm going to perform it."
[to be continued.]
[A SISTER WORTH HAVING.]
BY MRS. W. J. HAYS.
It was a bright breezy day, clear sunshine after rain, and every one was full of energy. All the pleasure-seekers had gone off, some riding, some driving, and several walking parties had been made up.
Two boys on the end of the piazza were discussing a proposed excursion, while the sister of one, a slight, bright-eyed girl of twelve, stood silently listening to their plans.
"We can go and take our luncheon with us just as well as not," said Tom, the elder of the two.
"But it will be an awful climb, and you don't know the path," replied Stanton. "Besides, Cassie can't go so far."