perturbably; but with a mischievous side glance at his wife, who tossed her head and laughed. "I was minded to speak reproof to the saucy wench; but her mother had already done so, and with a jerk, the little red-haired girl was led up the gangplank of the very ship my father and I had been gazing at, and I knew that she, too, was to venture across the water with us.
"It was a long voyage, that one to America; but as the days passed, I grew very fond of that little girl, whose name was Mary."
"Why, that's Mother's name!" exclaimed Charity, sitting up to stare at her mother.
"So it is!" agreed Squire Condit in solemn surprise.
"Of course it is, silly!" burst out Mehitable. "And the little red-haired girl was Mother, wasn't she, Father?"
"Now, that," said the Squire judicially, "is the question. Howbeit, to finish my tale before the apples burn." He glanced significantly at the row of scorching Jonathans which Mehitable promptly turned. "One day little Mary appeared with drooping face. 'My head doth ache!' quoth she, and she coughed, though it was a clear, warm day.
"Her mother bundled her down the ship's cabin, but not before I had stolen a kiss, for by that time I loved little Mary as dearly as ten years can love eight years. Then it was announced that little Mary had the measles!"
"Oh dear!" exclaimed tender-hearted Charity. "Did she really, Father?"
"Yes," nodded father, "really, Cherry! For
