home his tired team, while from a neighbouring farmyard the patient cows lowed lazily while waiting to be milked.
When Benny reached the door of the Monroe mansion, he felt strongly tempted to tarn and go back again; but concluding that such an action would be exceedingly foolish, he seized the bell-handle, gave it a vigorous pull; and waited.
"Is Mr. Munroe at home?" he inquired of the servant who opened the door.
"Yes; but he's engaged at present. Will you give me your name?"
"Bates. But never mind, you need not disturb him; another time will do as well."
"I think the master has been expecting you to call," with a glance at Benny's arm.
"Very likely. I said I would call some afternoon."
"I'm sure he will see you, then. Come this way, please, into the library."
Benny followed without a word, and soon found himself surrounded on every side with books.
"Oh, my!" he said, "I think I should enjoy spending a fortnight here. I wonder how long it would take me to read all these books, and how much longer to understand them? Ay, that's the rub—understanding and remembering what one does read."
Then he ran his eye along shelf after shelf, reading only the titles. I expect I should feel like a boy in a sweet-shop, not
