"What d'ye want?" he called. He felt sure Hal had an errand for him.
"Charlie's going to the commons with us," shouted his brother, "so I guess you can come, if you want to."
Bobby came down the path in leaps and bounds.
"I'm going, mother!" he shouted, waving his cap. And away he and Charlie tore down the street ahead of their brothers.
"Hold on, there!" cried Harold, with a laugh. "Don't get crazy! And mind you two keep near us at the track!"
It was about a week later that Aunt Kate laid her hand on Harold's shoulder, and said: "I am afraid I made a mistake the other day, Hal. I believe Bobby's been promoted from the rank of footman to be a brother."—Martha Graham, in the King's Own.
ELNATHAN'S GOLD
One morning Christopher Lightenhome, aged sixty-eight, received an unexpected legacy of six hundred dollars. His good old face betokened no surprise, but it shone with a great joy. "I am never surprised at the Lord's mercies," he said, reverently. Then, with a step to which vigor had suddenly returned, he sought out Elnathan Owsley, aged twelve.
"Elnathan," he said, "I guess I am the oldest man in the poorhouse, but I feel just about your age. Suppose you and I get out of here."
The boy smiled. He was very old for twelve, even as Christopher Lightenhome was very young for sixty-eight.