The Moorland Cottage

ge, and with a higher pitched voice than common. Edward, in all his Sunday glory, was standing by Mr Buxton, looking happy and conscious. But when Maggie came in, Mr Buxton made room for her between Edward and himself, and, while he went on talking, lifted her on to his knee. She sat there as on a pinnacle of honour; but as she durst not nestle up to him, a chair would have been the more comfortable seat.

'As founder's line, I have a right of presentation; and for my dear old friend's sake' (here Mrs Browne wiped her eyes), 'I am truly glad of it; my young friend will have a little form of examination to go through; and then we shall see him carrying every prize before him, I have no doubt. Thank you, --just a little of your sparkling cowslip wine. Ah! this gingerbread is like the gingerbread I had when I was a boy. My little lady here must learn the receipt, and make me some. Will she?'

'Speak to Mr Buxton, child, who is kind to your brother. You will make him some gingerbread, I am sure.'