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 friendliness of the little gift, and turning to Mr. Livingston said, "If every body had been as considerate as that little child, I should not be where I am. When any body begins to go down, the world keeps pushing him down, not even deigning to give him so much as a daisy to cheer him."

"Oh the little darlin', what a blessed angel you are," said Kate, as she ran out and snatched her from her father's arms on their return from an evening ride, and sallying into the kitchen, kept up such a constant chatter and laugh, that when Milly took her to prepare for her night's rest, the child was so excited she did not go to sleep until midnight. Talking with her eyes more than with her lips, Kate liked to watch their sparkle when any thing pleased her. And then she had such cunning little hands, neither chubby nor lank, but just full enough to take off their bony look, which was her conception of a beautiful hand.

Walter came home that day, having completed his studies and prepared himself for the practice of his profession, intending to commence it in his own native city, and if successful, to establish himself there permanently.

A curious little adventure happened that afternoon as he and Mr. Livingston were out looking at a beautiful collection of plants, where they happened to meet an old classmate of the latter, whom he had not seen for many years.

Being a student of botanical science, and also somewhat eccentric, he asked Mr. Livingston if he had any rare specimens of plants to show him, in reply