off a old dry goods box, and when we fix up a lot, we have newspaper. We ain't ever had a nice red cloth like this."
Wesley looked straight at Margaret, so intently that she turned away, her face flushing. He stacked the dictionary and the geography of the world on a chair, and lifted Billy beside him. He heaped a plate generously, cut the food, put a fork into Billy's little fist, and made him eat slowly and properly. Billy did his best. Occasionally greed overcame him, and he used his left hand to pop a bite into his mouth with his fingers. These lapses Wesley patiently overlooked, and went on with his general instructions. Luckily Billy did not spill anything on his clothing or the cloth. After supper Wesley took him to the barn until he finished the night work. Then he went and sat by Margaret on the front porch. Billy appropriated the hammock, and swung by pulling a rope tied around a tree. The very energy with which he went at the work of swinging himself appealed to Wesley.
"Mercy, but he's an active little body," he said. "There isn't a lazy bone in him. See how he works to pay for his fun."
"There goes his foot through it!" cried Margaret. "Wesley, he shall not ruin my hammock."
"Of course he shan't!" said Wesley. "Wait, Billy, let me show you."
Thereupon he explained to Billy that ladies wearing beautiful white dresses sat in hammocks, so little boys must not put their dusty feet in them. They must just
