"Why did you so neglect him?" demanded fond mamma, adding,
reproachfully, "The child's life might have been sacrificed."
"Mother, we looked for him, and he was gone. Why didn't he cry out?"
"So I did," shouted this youth of open speech; "but you two had your
heads together, laughing and talking like anything, and couldn't hear,
I suppose." (With a juvenile sneer.)
"Oh, fie, Walter! Now I think you were so frightened that you could not
speak."
"I shall know better than to intrust him to your care again," said
indignant mamma, as one who withdrew a blessed privilege.
"Don't say that, mother; it would be a punishment too severe," said the
mischievous little pale sister, in tones of pity, and her face brimming
with mirth.
Everybody laughed, and peace was restored.
On the third evening, misery came to me in an envelope post-marked New
York:--
"My DEAR PLOVINS:--
"I shall be with you the night after you receive this. Engage a room
for me. Have you seen anything of a Miss Tarlingford, where you are
staying? You should know her.
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