was too much for him. He ought not to be so irritable, I know, Rob; but I want you to go round in a day or two and ‘make up.’ You can afford to be forgiving, when you think how much more you have than he does. And then, Fred does deserve a great deal of credit, for he rarely complains.”
“Yes,” assented Rob, “but he’s no end cross. But I’ll go, cousin Bess. Where are you going now?”
“Just for a walk. It is so pleasant I couldn’t stay in the house. Come with me if you’ve nothing else on hand.”
“May I?” Rob’s face brightened.
“Take Fuzz while I button my gloves, please. Where shall we go?”
“Let’s take the woods road to the shore,” said Rob eagerly. “There’s lots more things to see that way.”
The “woods road” was a charming walk, that mild January day. On one side rose, tall and straight, the glorious old oaks and chestnuts, and through their branches capered whole families of red squirrels, whose antics and chattering nearly drove Fuzz to frenzy. On
