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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Berties Home, by Madeline Leslie
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+Title: Berties Home
+       or, the Way to be Happy
+
+Author: Madeline Leslie
+
+Release Date: December 2, 2007 [EBook #23683]
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+Language: English
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+
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_004.jpg" width="455" height="600" alt="i_004" title="i_004" /></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1"></a></span></p>
+
+
+<p class="gap">&nbsp;</p>
+<h2>THE WOODLAWN SERIES.</h2>
+
+<p class="gap">&nbsp;</p>
+<h1>Bertie's Home:</h1>
+
+<h2>OR,</h2>
+
+<h2>THE WAY TO BE HAPPY.</h2>
+
+<p class="gap">&nbsp;</p>
+<h3>BY MRS. MADELINE LESLIE.</h3>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">BOSTON: WOOLWORTH, AINSWORTH &amp; COMPANY.</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">NEW YORK: A. S. BARNES &amp; COMPANY.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2"></a></span></p>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p style="text-align: center">Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868, by<br />
+ A. R. BAKER,<br />
+In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3"></a></span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4"></a></span></p>
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_003.jpg" class="jpg" width="600" height="443" alt="i_003" title="i_003" /></p>
+<p style="text-align: center"><b>
+<a href="#Page_93">Mr. Curtis tying Duke. <br />
+ Vol. I., p. 93.</a></b></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5"></a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="BERTIE_OR_THE_WOODLAWN_SERIES" id="BERTIE_OR_THE_WOODLAWN_SERIES"></a>BERTIE; OR, THE WOODLAWN SERIES.</h3>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">BY MRS. MADELINE LESLIE.</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">16mo. 6 vols., Illustrated.</p>
+
+<table border="0" style="width: auto;" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" summary="Bertie; Or, The Woodlawn Series">
+
+<tr>
+<td align="right">I.</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Bertie's Home.</span></td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td align="right">II.</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Bertie and the Carpenters.</span></td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td align="right">III.</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Bertie and the Masons.</span></td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td align="right">IV.</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Bertie and the Plumbers.</span></td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td align="right">V.</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Bertie and the Painters.</span></td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+<td align="right">VI.</td>
+<td align="left"><span class="smcap">Bertie and the Gardeners.</span><br /></td></tr></table>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6"></a></span></p><p style="text-align: center">TO</p>
+
+<h3>HARRY, NELLIE, AND WILLIE SAMPSON;</h3>
+
+<h4>ALSO,</h4>
+
+<p style="text-align:center">To the Memory of their Deceased Brothers and Sister,</p>
+
+<h3>BERTIE, FRANKEY AND EMMA,</h3>
+
+<h4>THESE LITTLE BOOKS ARE AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED.</h4>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">If the perusal prompt them and other readers to imitate the virtues of
+our hero in his efforts to <i>be</i> good, and to <i>do</i> good, the wishes of
+the author will be realized.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7"></a></span></p>
+
+<h3><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h3>
+<table border="0" width="80%" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents">
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="center">CHAPTER I.</td></tr>
+<tr>
+  <td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Ride,</span></td>
+  <td align="right"><a href="#Berties_Home">11</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="center">CHAPTER II.</td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Purchase,</span></td>
+  <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_II">23</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="center">CHAPTER III.</td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="left"><span class="smcap">Woodlawn,</span></td>
+  <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_III">32</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="center">CHAPTER IV.</td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Plan,</span></td>
+  <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">44</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="center">CHAPTER V.</td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Donkey,</span></td>
+  <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_V">54</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="center">CHAPTER VI.</td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="left"><span class="smcap">Dragging Stones,</span></td>
+  <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">64</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="center">CHAPTER VII.</td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Boy Teacher,</span></td>
+  <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">77</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="center">CHAPTER VIII.</td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Underpinning,</span></td>
+  <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">88</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="center">CHAPTER IX.</td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Cellar,</span></td>
+  <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">99</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="center">CHAPTER X.</td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="left"><span class="smcap">Bertie and Winnie,</span></td>
+  <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_X">110</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="center">CHAPTER XI.</td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Kind Boy,</span></td>
+  <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">124</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="center">CHAPTER XII.</td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Cross Workman,</span></td>
+  <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">135</a></td>
+</tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="center">CHAPTER XIII.</td></tr>
+
+<tr>
+  <td align="left"><span class="smcap">The New Avenue,</span></td>
+  <td align="right"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">148</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10"></a></span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Berties_Home" id="Berties_Home"></a>Bertie's Home.</h2>
+
+
+
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE RIDE.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/i_dcw.jpg" title="W" height="200" width="87" alt="W" /></div>
+<p><br /><br /><span class="cap">W</span>hen I was a child I used to glance at the first sentence in a new book
+to see whether it looked interesting. If it began, "There was once a
+boy, who lived in a fine house," I was encouraged to go on.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p><p>Now I wish to make these little books very interesting to my young
+readers. I want to have the words so simple that they can be read and
+not skipped over, and at the same time my object is to give you useful
+information. As you will learn, I am to tell you in these six volumes
+many things about building a house, and to explain the different kinds
+of labor or trades which are necessary for such a purpose; but first I
+shall introduce you to the family of Mr. Curtis, a gentleman who <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>loves
+children and whom I am sure you will love before the book is finished.</p>
+
+<p>Quite a number of years ago, a carriage drawn by two dapple-gray horses
+was passing slowly through the main street of a beautiful village, which
+I shall call Oxford.</p>
+
+<p>There were five persons in it. On the front seat was a gentleman whose
+keen, sparkling eye and laughing mouth always made people wish to learn
+more of him. By his side were two children, Herbert and Winifred, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span>or,
+as they were usually called, Bertie and Winnie.</p>
+
+<p>The back seat was occupied by Mrs. Curtis and her nurse. The lady was
+just recovering from a long and painful illness, and still looked very
+pale. She was supported by cushions, and sometimes as the carriage
+rolled slowly over the smooth gravelled road she fell asleep. But now
+Mrs. Curtis was wide awake, her eyes gazing through the large glass in
+the side of the carriage at the beautiful prospect before them.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span></p><p>"Oh, look at that lake!" she exclaimed; "isn't it lovely? See the wooded
+banks, and that pretty green slope. I've dreamed of a home in just such
+a spot."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Curtis stopped the horses, and leaning from the carriage, gazed all
+about him. It was indeed a lovely view. The village of Oxford was
+situated in a valley sheltered on three sides by hills; and here in a
+little cleft between them a small lake lay nestled, almost shut from
+view by the thick <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span>trees which grew down close to the banks.</p>
+
+<p>As the gentleman gazed right and left, his eye at last rested on a
+slight elevation where the ground was more open, and from which it ran
+down with a gentle slope to the water. The green here and there was
+dotted with a fine spreading elm, or a huge oak, which looked as if they
+might have weathered the storms of a hundred years.</p>
+
+<p>"What are you stopping so long for, papa?" asked Bertie, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>wondering at
+his father's unusual silence.</p>
+
+<p>He did not seem to hear the question, for he presently turned to his
+wife and asked, smiling,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Would you like a house on that hill, Cecilia? There, just beyond the
+cluster of chestnut trees, is the spot I should choose."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Lawrence! everything seems so quiet and peaceful in this neat
+village, a home there would be almost a paradise."</p>
+
+<p>After one more glance at the fresh <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span>greensward, where the summer sun was
+casting such pleasant shadows under the grand old trees, Mr. Curtis
+spoke to the horses to go on, the road winding round the lake so that
+except for the trees they could have seen it for half a mile.</p>
+
+<p>Presently he stopped a man at the side of the road, and asked,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Is there a tavern in this village?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, sir," was the smiling reply; "there's little need of a tavern here,
+so far away from the world."</p>
+
+<p>"Is there any place where I could <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span>bait my horses and get a dinner for
+my family?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir; there's a farm-house a quarter of a mile back, where
+travellers sometimes stop. If they're not through dinner, they'll give
+you some and welcome."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, sir," said Mrs. Curtis, "we couldn't think of intruding unless they
+would allow us to pay them."</p>
+
+<p>The man walked on, after describing the house, laughing to himself.</p>
+
+<p>The house stood on the main street leading to the city, the villagers
+finding <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span>ready access thereto by a stage-coach running twice a day.
+Everything about the farm looked neat and thriving. It was almost the
+only house in the village which exhibited any pretensions to elegance.
+It had a bow window on the south side, and three Luthern windows in the
+roof. There was a garden filled with flowers, and at the side a road or
+avenue leading to the immense barns in the rear.</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_021.jpg" class="jpg" width="600" height="354" alt="i_021" title="i_021" /></p>
+<p style="text-align: center"><b>
+<a href="#Page_20">Mr. Taylor's Farm-house. <br />
+ Vol. I., p. 20.</a></b></p>
+
+
+<p>In answer to Mr. Curtis' knock, a young girl opened the door, and
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>presently called her mother to answer the question whether they could
+put up there for an hour.</p>
+
+<p>"Walk right in," she answered, cordially; "dinner will be ready in a few
+minutes. If you'll please, sir, to drive the horses round to the barn,
+one of our men will take care of them."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Curtis was soon resting on a sofa in a cool, pleasant parlor,
+inhaling the fragrance of the June roses, which came through the open
+window; the children were running about <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span>the farm-yard, almost wild with
+delight, and nurse was following them, nearly as much pleased as they
+were.</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_089.jpg" width="200" height="105" alt="i_089" title="i_089" /></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE PURCHASE.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/i_dca.jpg" title="A" height="200" width="71" alt="A" /></div>
+<p><br /><br /><span class="cap">A</span>fter dinner, which nurse brought from the table on a tray, Mrs. Curtis
+enjoyed an hour of refreshing sleep. When she awoke she found the blinds
+carefully closed to exclude the light; but she could hear the sound of
+many voices outside, and at last a <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>tiny head, covered with auburn
+curls, peeped into the room.</p>
+
+<p>"Mamma, see what Winnie dot," exclaimed a happy voice as she saw mamma
+was awake. "See pooty bird!"</p>
+
+<p>"It's a goslin," said mamma, taking the little yellow, downy ball from
+her daughter's hand, "a darling little goslin; but it is crying 'peep,
+peep,' because it wants to be back with its mother. Where are papa and
+Bertie?"</p>
+
+<p>"Papa done off with man. Dere <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span>Bertie," as his voice shouted "Winnie,"
+at the door.</p>
+
+<p>It was almost four o'clock before Mr. Curtis made his appearance, and
+his wife, who had been chatting with Mrs. Taylor, the farmer's wife, had
+begun to wonder where he could be.</p>
+
+<p>"You're nice and cool here," he said, laying his hat on the table and
+wiping the drops of perspiration from his forehead.</p>
+
+<p>"You look very tired, Lawrence," she said, anxiously.</p>
+
+<p>He only laughed.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p><p>"Isn't it time to start?" the lady asked.</p>
+
+<p>"The horses will be round directly; but, Cecilia, I want to ask you a
+question. Were you in earnest when you said you should like to live here
+in this quiet village?"</p>
+
+<p>She sighed. "Yes, Lawrence, I really meant that I should enjoy a home
+away from the bustle and confusion of a city; and that lovely lake is
+exactly what I have always connected with my visions of a country home.
+But why do you look so eager?"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p><p>"Because, my dear, I have ascertained that I can purchase that spot on
+reasonable terms. In fact, everything is settled on condition that when
+you have taken a nearer view you like it."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Curtis clasped her hands as she exclaimed,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Lawrence! what a kind husband you are!"</p>
+
+<p>"I have ascertained," he went on, smiling, "that the village is so
+healthy no physician can be supported. There is one church and <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span>good
+schools; though there is no hotel and not one dram-shop. I think we
+shall like it; and if you say you will try to be contented, I shall
+conclude the bargain at once and turn farmer."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Lawrence, what do you know about such business?"</p>
+
+<p>"You forget, my dear, that I was born and brought up in the country."</p>
+
+<p>The next morning, when they left the farm-house, Mr. Curtis had agreed
+to buy sixty acres of land adjoining the lake, with a right to <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>the use
+of the water for boating or fishing, or whatever else he pleased. He had
+also engaged board for the rest of the summer with the farmer's family,
+and promised to return in a fortnight. In the meantime, he intended to
+look up the titles to his new land, and if it was all right, as he
+expected, to proceed at once to build a new house.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Curtis, ever since his marriage, had done business as a merchant in
+a large city. He owned ships which he sent out to foreign lands, and in
+this <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span>way he had become very rich. After his wife's sickness, the
+physician who attended her, told him that if she could live in some
+quiet, healthy, country village, her life would probably be lengthened
+for years.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Curtis loved his wife so well that he would gladly give all his
+ships, his money lying at interest in the banks, and his warehouses
+filled with goods, to keep her well; and this was what made him so ready
+to buy a place in the country.</p>
+
+<p>He was sure, too, that it would be <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>much better for Bertie and Winifred
+to grow up surrounded by the beauties of nature; and he was also sure
+that if he and his wife had hearts to do good, they could find abundant
+opportunities for it in this beautiful village. On every account, then,
+he was pleased with his purchase, and drove away from Oxford with the
+happiest anticipations of a long and useful life passed within its
+limits.</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_033.jpg" width="175" height="131" alt="i_033" title="i_033" /></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III.</h2>
+
+<h3>WOODLAWN.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/i_dca.jpg" title="A" height="200" width="71" alt="A" /></div>
+<p><br /><br /><span class="cap">A</span> few weeks under the care of good Mrs. Taylor, with Esther, the
+rosy-cheeked daughter, to lead Bertie to and from the school which she
+taught, did a great deal toward restoring vigor to the invalid. Every
+morning she rode with her husband around the road by the lake, and from
+thence through <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span>the bars across the fields to the site of their new
+house.</p>
+
+<p>They had named their place Woodlawn, on account of the beautiful old
+trees standing here and there on the greensward; and Mr. Curtis already
+had men at work making a solid road over which they could haul the
+lumber with their strong ox teams.</p>
+
+<p>After they had decided where the house should stand, the first thing to
+be done was to make a plan of the building. Mr. Curtis sent to the city
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span>for an architect to come to Oxford and bring his book of plans with
+him.</p>
+
+<p>Perhaps you don't know what an architect is, and I will explain the work
+that he does. He is a man who draws upon paper a sketch of a house, or
+cottage, or church, or any kind of building.</p>
+
+<p>First, he shows how the outside will look, and where the windows and
+doors will be placed. If there is to be a portico, or a wing, or a
+bay-window, the picture shows you just <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>how it will look and what the
+proportions will be.</p>
+
+<p>Then the architect draws a picture or plan of the first, second, and
+third floors, if there are so many. He puts down the size of the
+parlors, and the halls, and the dining-room, and the kitchen. He places
+closets wherever he can find room for them, and plans for all the
+conveniences that you wish.</p>
+
+<p>Then he goes to the chambers, and arranges for the bath-room, and the
+dressing-rooms; or, if it is to be a plain, cheap house, he plans every
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>inch of room to the very best advantage.</p>
+
+<p>When all this is done, the architect begins to draw what is called a
+framing plan; that is, a plan for the carpenters to work from. This has
+a picture of every stick of timber in the building; so that a good
+builder can tell beforehand just how much the lumber will cost.</p>
+
+<p>But this is not all the architect has to do. It is his business to write
+down what are called specifications.</p>
+
+<p>As this is a long word, I don't suppose <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>Jamie, nor Josie, nor Catherine
+can understand it any better than Herbert and Winnie did. If you were
+going to have a doll-house, and your papa should allow you to tell the
+carpenter just how you would like it made, I suppose you would say:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"I want a window here and a door there; and I want a little mite of a
+bell that the dollies who come to the front door can ring. And, oh, I
+must have a little sink for my doll to wash her dishes! and of course
+there must be a pump to bring water with."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p><p>While you were talking, the carpenter would take his pencil and write
+this all down, and describe the materials to be used in the work, for
+fear he would forget some of the directions; and these would be
+specifications, or the basis of your bargain with him.</p>
+
+<p>The architect for whom Mr. Curtis sent was Mr. Rand. He reached the
+farm-house the second day after the letter was sent. When he came Mr.
+and Mrs. Curtis were ready at the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>depot with the carriage to take him
+to Woodlawn.</p>
+
+<p>"I am going to build a little nest for my birds," Mr. Curtis said,
+laughing, "and can't quite decide what shape will be best on this land.
+I want the house to look pretty from the village, for I intend to have
+it set high where it can be seen through the trees. But the back part
+must be pretty, too, for I shall have it look out upon a nice little
+grassy hill, with plants and shrubs in variety growing over it."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p><p>"We shall see," answered the architect.</p>
+
+<p>Just as he spoke there was a turn in the road, and then they came in
+sight of the beautiful lake.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, how delightful!" the stranger exclaimed, "what an enchanting view.
+It reminds me of a picture I've seen somewhere of an English landscape."</p>
+
+<p>"That's what my wife says," answered Mr. Curtis, glancing in her face
+with a smile.</p>
+
+<p>The architect said no more; but his <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>companions saw that his keen eye
+noticed everything.</p>
+
+<p>Presently they alighted from the carriage, and Mr. Curtis, giving his
+wife his arm, began to explain where he intended his house to stand.</p>
+
+<p>"I settled upon another place at first," he said. "There you will see
+the little stakes I drove into the ground, but my wife thought this
+better; and as I yield to her in matters of taste I changed to this
+spot."</p>
+
+<p>"This gives you a much better view," the architect remarked quietly.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p><p>They walked here and there, two or three times. Mr. Rand took a rule
+from his pocket and measured the ground. Then he ran off by himself to
+the top of the little hill, and stood looking over the lake. All this
+time he had scarcely answered Mr. Curtis' questions. He was thinking. At
+last his face lighted up with a smile, and he exclaimed,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"I have it; just the thing. How would you like a stone house? You have
+plenty of material on your land."</p>
+
+<p>"A stone house is too damp," answered <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>Mr. Curtis, shaking his head.
+"No, I prefer a well-made wooden house with back plaster and tarred
+paper to keep out the wind. I can use all my stone in building walls
+around my farm."</p>
+
+<p>"How much land is there?"</p>
+
+<p>"Sixty acres in this piece; and I have just purchased twenty more of
+wood; for I mean to keep warm."</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_111.jpg" width="150" height="139" alt="i_111" title="i_111" /></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE PLAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/i_dci.jpg" title="I" height="200" width="67" alt="I" /></div>
+<p><br /><br /><span class="cap">I</span>t was now nearly time for dinner; and Mr. Curtis helped his wife into
+the carriage; and they all rode away to Mr. Taylor's farm, where they
+found a nice dinner of roast lamb and fresh vegetables awaiting them.
+For dessert there was plenty of strawberries and <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span>sweet, thick cream,
+which the grown people as well as the children enjoyed very much.</p>
+
+<p>After dinner Mr. Rand opened a large book which Bertie thought looked
+like a big atlas; and then the stranger and papa and mamma gathered
+around the table to look at the plans of houses Mr. Rand had brought
+with him.</p>
+
+<p>First, there was a picture of a pretty cottage with a verandah running
+around it. Then came the plan of a barn, very pretty and picturesque;
+but <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span>Mr. Rand tumbled these over without any ceremony, saying,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"You must have something better than that;" and presently he came to the
+picture of a large house with turrets and towers, which looked very
+imposing.</p>
+
+<p>"There it is. That's the plan for you," the gentleman exclaimed, in an
+exultant tone.</p>
+
+<p>"What's the cost of that?" asked Mr. Curtis.</p>
+
+<p>"Pshaw! the cost of a building is nothing to you," Mr. Rand answered,
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span>laughing. "The thing to be considered is whether you like it."</p>
+
+<p>"What do you say, Cecilia?"</p>
+
+<p>"It does not look home-like. The ground is high enough without mounting
+to the towers to see the prospect. I have an idea in my own mind if I
+could explain it to you."</p>
+
+<p>"Try, if you please, Mrs. Curtis."</p>
+
+<p>"I want, first of all," the lady began, "to have the room in which we
+shall live, in the most pleasant part of the house. It ought to be
+eighteen feet by twenty-five, the front finished <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span>with a large
+bay-window, and also a window on each side looking out on a piazza. This
+room should project from the main house about twelve feet, the space on
+each side filled with a piazza. On one side of the main building I would
+have a large parlor for state occasions; on the other, the dining-room
+and library, and back of the large sitting-room on the other side of the
+spacious hall, which occupies the middle of the house, and well lighted
+from above, will be the kitchen. Below, in a basement, I <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span>would have a
+room fitted with tubs, boilers, etc., for a wash-room, and out of it the
+laundry. The chambers, well provided with closets, must be for after
+consideration."</p>
+
+<p>"A capital plan!" exclaimed the architect. "You have given me a very
+good general idea; now if you will particularize or express in detail
+what kind of finish suits your taste, I will draw you a plan that I
+think you will accept; but wouldn't it be an addition to run up a tower
+at one corner? It would be very imposing."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span></p><p>"That is my principal objection. We are intending to settle in this
+quiet village. We hope to pass the rest of our lives here. We mean to be
+one of the people. If our house is too grand it may not be so easy for
+our neighbors to approach us, or for us to gain access to their humble
+cottages. Besides, if we are not extravagant, and too far above them,
+they will try to imitate us. Instead of the square, upright, though neat
+houses they have now, they will see how much expression a little porch
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span>or portico will give to their dwellings."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Rand folded his portfolio together without another word, while Mr.
+Curtis laughingly remarked,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"You see, my wife has set her heart on doing good here. She already has
+made friends with all the workmen at Woodlawn, and acts in the capacity
+of Doctress to their families."</p>
+
+<p>This was Wednesday; and Saturday Mr. Rand came again, gayly announced by
+Bertie, who cried out,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Mamma, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>here's the architect."</p>
+
+<p>The plan was examined and highly approved. The whole party rode to the
+lake, where Mr. Rand helped Mr. Curtis measure off the land ready for
+the cellar, the architect having agreed to erect the whole building,
+hire masons and carpenters, and painters and plumbers, and whoever else
+was necessary, as soon as the underpinning was ready to set the house
+upon.</p>
+
+<p>When Mr. Curtis went away he left the large portfolio, which mamma told
+Bertie, contained not only the picture <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span>of the house which he admired so
+much, but a written account of every room, closet, hall, window and door
+to be put in it. "These," she said, "are Mr. Rand's specifications; that
+is, he specifies exactly what kind of doorknobs we shall have, or the
+cost and finish of the silver faucets connected with the bowls in the
+chambers."</p>
+
+<p>Bertie clapped his hands, dancing up and down. "I know, mamma," he
+exclaimed, "I do know, and when I'm a man I shall ask Mr. Rand to write
+specifications for me."</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_089.jpg" width="200" height="105" alt="i_089" title="i_089" /></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE DONKEY.</h3>
+
+
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/i_dcb.jpg" title="B" height="200" width="56" alt="B" /></div>
+<p><br /><br /><span class="cap">B</span>efore Mr. Curtis had engaged men to dig his cellar, Miss Susan Taylor
+closed her school for the season.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm afraid Bertie will be wild with excitement," mamma said one day to
+her husband, "I wish he had some regular employment."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p><p>"I've been thinking of that, my dear," he answered.</p>
+
+<p>"There is a great deal of knowledge to be gained beside that in books.
+Our son is inquisitive and eager, and will learn a great deal by being
+allowed to watch the operations as they proceed. When he sees the work
+of the different trades, and what belongs to a mason, or carpenter, he
+will remember it much better than if he read it in his book."</p>
+
+<p>"But, Lawrence, I'm afraid he will <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span>learn bad words from some men you
+will employ; or if not, he may be in their way."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Curtis smiled. "As to the first," he said, "we must train our
+children so well at home that they will know better than to imitate rude
+manners or rough expressions. So far, I am happy to say that I have
+never seen men more free from profanity than those I have met in this
+quiet village.</p>
+
+<p>"As to your second objection, an occasional caution will be all that is
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span>necessary for Herbert. And if he should cause a little delay by his
+questions, I will see that the men are no losers."</p>
+
+<p>"But how will he get back and forth so many times in a day?"</p>
+
+<p>"That question will be solved to-morrow, Cecilia; next to the hope of
+benefiting your health, my object in removing to this place is to
+educate our children for usefulness. A few dollars more or less, to
+accomplish that end, will never be regretted by either of us."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p><p>"If Bertie ever makes as good a man as his father, I shall be content,"
+remarked the lady, smiling.</p>
+
+<p>"And if Winnie learns to imitate one half her mother's virtues, I shall
+be a happy father," he returned, bowing with an arch glance in her face.</p>
+
+<p>After dinner the next day, Nancy, the nurse, was giving the children a
+bath, preparatory to a walk around the farm, when a man drove into the
+yard with the queerest little carriage you ever saw. The carriage was
+drawn by a funny-looking animal, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>with long ears and awkward-shaped
+legs.</p>
+
+<p>"Papa, mamma!" shouted Bertie, "look, see what has come; see what a
+queer horse."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Curtis went to the door and his wife followed him.</p>
+
+<p>"I've brought you a donkey at last," said the man, jumping briskly from
+the carriage.</p>
+
+<p>"Is he docile?" asked papa.</p>
+
+<p>"He's as tame as an old sheep. He's five years old. A gentleman bought
+him for his children; and <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span>they've made a plaything of him. The little
+girl cried when I drove him away. I couldn't have bought him at any
+price until I gave my word he should have the best of care. The young
+gentleman himself can harness and unharness him, and for the matter of
+that he can drive all over the country with him."</p>
+
+<p>All this while Bertie had been palling grass and feeding the patient
+creature; but now he sprang a foot from the ground, exclaiming, with a
+flush of joy,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Papa, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span>papa, did you buy the donkey for me? is it mine?
+my own?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," answered papa. "It is your's; and I shall ask Mr. Taylor to give
+you a stall in the barn, where you can feed it and groom it yourself."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, papa! I'm going to be a real good boy, I'm so very much obliged to
+you; may I ride a little now?"</p>
+
+<p>"He ought to have some oats before he's used much," said the man who
+brought him. "He's travelled twenty-five miles this morning."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span></p><p>"I'll give him some, right away."</p>
+
+<p>"Jump in then, and drive him to the barn," said papa. "I see Mr. Taylor,
+and I'll talk with him about entertaining your donkey. That was one more
+than he agreed to board."</p>
+
+<p>Bertie knew by his papa's mouth that he was joking, and, more happy than
+I can tell you, he jumped into the funny carriage and began to pull at
+the reins. But the donkey had begun to nibble the sweet, fresh grass and
+did not like to move.</p>
+
+<p>"Go along," shouted the boy, "go <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span>along," and then the animal pricked up
+his ears, and trotted off to his new home in Mr. Taylor's great barn.</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_149.jpg" width="200" height="107" alt="i_149" title="i_149" /></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.</h2>
+
+<h3>DRAGGING STONES.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/i_dct.jpg" title="T" height="200" width="69" alt="T" /></div>
+<p><br /><br /><span class="cap">T</span>he next morning the donkey was as good as new, farmer Taylor said, as
+he taught Herbert how to harness him into his wagon. "Hold your reins up
+taut, like this, my boy. Hurrah! I never did see a sight like that
+before. Such a turn-out will astonish the natives."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p><p>Bertie drove up to the door and then called out,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Mamma, mamma, can't Winnie go too. I'll bring her home safe in time for
+her nap."</p>
+
+<p>"Not to-day, dear. Wait till you have learned a little how to manage."</p>
+
+<p>When Bertie turned into the field, he saw that business had commenced in
+earnest. There were two men, each with a pair of oxen and a flat piece
+of wood attached to them by a heavy iron chain. The men were hawing and
+geeing when he drove <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>near; but they stopped short and stared when they
+saw him.</p>
+
+<p>"What kind of a critter do you call that now?" one man asked, after
+squirting a whole mouthful of tobacco-juice from his mouth.</p>
+
+<p>"It's a donkey, sir."</p>
+
+<p>Bertie's mamma had taught him to be polite to every one.</p>
+
+<p>Both the men came up to the creature, patted him, felt of his ears, and
+one began to pull his mouth open.</p>
+
+<p>"Please, sir, don't hurt him," urged Bertie, twitching the reins. But,
+then, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span>looking at the patient oxen, he said,&mdash;"Will you please tell me
+why you don't have a cart instead of that flat board?"</p>
+
+<p>"'Tisn't a board; it's a heavy piece of plank; and it's called a drag.
+If you're over at the place presently, you'll see what it's for. Come,
+Bright," he shouted, touching the ox nearest him. "Gee up."</p>
+
+<p>The other man followed, though he often looked back, laughing to see the
+donkey carriage and the little boy driver.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p><p>"There's a good bit of things in the world that we never see," he said
+to his companion. "The Squire's son is a pert little chap, isn't he
+now?"</p>
+
+<p>"He's the politest young un I ever see," was Tom's answer.</p>
+
+<p>Bertie, meanwhile, drove through the field,&mdash;there was quite a good road
+now,&mdash;and on by the lake to Woodlawn. His father was standing near a
+company of men who were digging with spades, throwing the dirt out
+behind them.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></p><p>Bertie jumped from his wagon and threw the reins upon Whitefoot's back,
+and instantly the tame creature began to taste the grass.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm going to stay here till dinner, papa; what shall I do with my
+donkey?"</p>
+
+<p>"Take off his harness, and let him feed; I don't think he'll stray away.
+At any rate you can try him. You must begin to teach him to come to you
+when you call."</p>
+
+<p>The little fellow drove the wagon under the shade of a tree; and very
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span>soon Whitefoot, finding himself at liberty, walked slowly off toward
+the lake, nibbling grass as he went.</p>
+
+<p>"Now," said papa, "you may walk about wherever you please. You are old
+enough to keep out of danger. When the men come with the oxen you will
+see them unload."</p>
+
+<p>"What are all those men doing, papa?"</p>
+
+<p>"They are Irishmen whom I hire by the day to dig the cellar to our new
+house. Do you see these sticks driven into the ground?"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p><p>"Yes, papa, and the string tied to them. What is it for?"</p>
+
+<p>"It is to mark out exactly the line where the cellar is to be. See, this
+is the front of the house; and I have measured twenty feet. Your mother
+wishes the room to be eighteen feet wide; and it is necessary to allow
+one foot each side for the thickness of the walls, the plastering, etc."</p>
+
+<p>"But, papa, here is another stick only a little way off. Wont mamma's
+room be larger than this?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, it extends back into what is <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span>called the main building. Don't you
+remember in Mr. Rand's plan how this room projects, or comes out, beyond
+the rest?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes, papa; I understand now, and right here where I stand, the
+piazza will be. Wont it be very pretty?"</p>
+
+<p>"I think so; but we must thank mamma for the plan. It was her taste
+suggested it to the architect."</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Taylor says mamma is the most wonderful woman he ever saw," replied
+the boy earnestly.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p><p>"Mr. Taylor is a wise man," said papa. "I entirely agree with him."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, see how hard the oxen are pulling! Wont that wood break their
+necks?"</p>
+
+<p>"That is a yoke, and they are used to it. They are dragging stones for
+the cellar."</p>
+
+<p>"Why don't they put the stones in a cart, papa?"</p>
+
+<p>"Because, though it would be rather easier for the oxen to draw them, it
+would be harder for the men to load and unload."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p><p>"Are stones very heavy indeed?"</p>
+
+<p>"You can try to lift one."</p>
+
+<p>"I can't move it one mite, papa. I don't see what good they will do in
+the cellar."</p>
+
+<p>"No, I suppose not; but you will learn."</p>
+
+<p>"Haw, Bright! Come up, Buck!" shouted Tom.</p>
+
+<p>Both the oxen pulled with all their strength; but the ground was soft
+and rising. Bertie could not see that the drag moved an inch.</p>
+
+<p>Tom lashed and lashed the patient <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span>creatures, shouting with all his
+might. When he found this did no good he began to swear.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Bertie, shrinking behind his father.</p>
+
+<p>"Stop!" said Mr. Curtis, in a firm, clear voice. "You must throw off
+part of your load; and I want to say one thing now. I'll do all the
+swearing that's done on the place."</p>
+
+<p>Tom's face grew very red; but he did not speak. For one instant he
+stood, and looked into his master's eye. He knew then, as well as he
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span>did a year afterward, that the Squire meant exactly what he said.</p>
+
+<p>Two large stones were thrown off; Buck and Bright pulled again, and soon
+the heap on the drag was lying by the side of the other stones.</p>
+
+<p>Before the oxen went away for another load, Bertie had found out that
+the names of the other pair were Star and Spot, from some white marks on
+their forehead. He had learned, too, why drags were better than carts to
+draw large stones with.</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_111.jpg" width="150" height="139" alt="i_111" title="i_111" /></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE BOY TEACHER.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/i_dcw.jpg" title="W" height="200" width="87" alt="W" /></div>
+<p><br /><br /><span class="cap">W</span>hile he was following his father about, Bertie forgot to watch his
+donkey. When it was near dinner time, Mr. Curtis said,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Don't go off till I see you, Herbert, I want to ride to the
+blacksmith's; and you may drive me there."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p><p>The boy started and began to look in every direction, hoping to see
+Whitefoot quietly feeding on the lawn.</p>
+
+<p>But neither on the hill, nor behind the chestnut grove could he be seen.
+Bertie's lip quivered, and then the tears filled his eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"He's gone, papa; my pretty donkey is lost."</p>
+
+<p>"Don't cry, my son," said Mr. Curtis, in a cheerful tone. "Crying for a
+donkey never brought one back, that I ever heard of. Take a handful <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>of
+corn from Tom's pail, and run toward the lake. Call him by name and
+perhaps he will come."</p>
+
+<p>Bertie hesitated, his cheeks growing very red. At last, when papa
+wondered what made him delay, the little fellow asked,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Can't I wait till Tom comes back? I'm almost sure he'll give me some of
+his corn; but mamma told me never to touch anything that belongs to the
+men, without asking their leave."</p>
+
+<p>"Mamma was right, my son, as <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span>she always is; and I'm greatly pleased
+that you remember her instructions. There is Tom coming with a load,
+now, you may run and ask him to give you a handful of corn to call your
+donkey with. Perhaps he has seen the creature somewhere."</p>
+
+<p>Bertie was off like a dart that has been shot from a bow; and his father
+could see him gesturing away as he walked back at Tom's side.</p>
+
+<p>"Did you come all this way to ask for a few kernels of corn?" asked <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>the
+man, staring at the child in wonder. "Why, you might have taken a pint,
+and neither I nor the oxen would ever have known it."</p>
+
+<p>"But God sees everything we do," said the boy. "I knew 'twas yours,
+'cause I saw you turn it out of a bag; and I couldn't touch it without
+your leave, you know."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, now, I must say you're the honestest little shaver I ever did
+see," answered Tom, regarding the child almost with awe. "If it had been
+my boy, he'd snatched up the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>corn and run off with it, and never have
+thought another breath about it."</p>
+
+<p>"Mamma teaches me how wicked it is to steal," Bertie went on. "Perhaps
+your boy," gazing anxiously in the man's face, "hasn't any mother to
+teach him."</p>
+
+<p>Tom's mouth worked convulsively; and presently he wiped his eyes with
+his dirty shirt sleeve.</p>
+
+<p>"No, he hasn't," he answered. "She's dead this six months."</p>
+
+<p>They were now almost back to <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span>the cellar, and after a moment's silence,
+Tom added,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"If the corn was mine, you'd be welcome to as much as you want of it;
+but it's in the agreement that the Squire shall give the oxen their feed
+at noon. So I bring along the corn from the store; and he pays the
+bill."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I'm glad, I'm real glad," shouted Bertie, bounding away.</p>
+
+<p>"Whitefoot, Whitefoot!" he called, at the top of his voice; "Whitefoot!
+come."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span></p><p>"There's your donkey," shouted Jim, "coming up the hill with Star and
+Spot. There, just behind that big oak by the lake."</p>
+
+<p>So Bertie called again, "Whitefoot&mdash;Whitefoot!" and presently the donkey
+gave a little neigh in reply. I suppose he wanted to say, "I hear you,
+my young master, and I'll go as quick as I can;" for he started off at
+once into a brisk trot. Very soon, to Bertie's great delight, the lost
+donkey was eating the corn out of his hand.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p><p>When the men walked side by side on their way to the old wall which they
+were pulling down for stone, Tom repeated to his companion what had
+passed between him and Bertie.</p>
+
+<p>"That's the kind o' religion I believe in," he exclaimed, making a
+furious gesture with his brawny arm. "The Squire isn't one of your
+sot-up men who thinks working-folks are made of different stuff, and
+haven't any more souls than a beast. He lives his religion right
+straight through the week instead o' keeping <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>it bottled up for Sunday
+use, like some long-faced men I could name."</p>
+
+<p>"Jes so," answered Jim, with an approving nod.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you suppose I'd ever cheat him out of the valley of a cent arter
+such a lesson as that boy give me? No, not for my right arm. I know when
+I'm treated like a man."</p>
+
+<p>"You got a pretty hard hit this morning, then," muttered Jim, glancing
+sideways in his companion's face.</p>
+
+<p>"Wall, I deserved it, I'll own up <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span>to that. I'd no business to talk such
+stuff before the Squire, letting alone the boy. I'll let him do the
+swearing in futer, as he's agreed to."</p>
+
+
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_089.jpg" width="200" height="105" alt="i_089" title="i_089" /></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE UNDERPINNING.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/i_dcw.jpg" title="W" height="200" width="87" alt="W" /></div>
+<p><br /><br /><span class="cap">W</span>hat are you going to the blacksmith's for?" inquired Bertie, as he
+took the reins, proud to show his father how well he could drive.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm going to engage him to mend the tools that the men break. It's very
+convenient to have a blacksmith so near. In the town where my <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>parents
+lived, there was no blacksmith within three miles. My father was obliged
+to go all that distance to get his horse shod."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Hunt, the man they wished to see, had left his shop before they
+reached it, and was sitting in an open room at the back of his house
+eating his dinner. His red flannel shirt sleeves were rolled up to the
+elbow, showing his coarse, sinewy arms; and his hair was all in a
+tangle; but the moment Mr. Curtis saw him, he stepped forward, and shook
+hands as <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span>cordially as if they had been acquainted for years.</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose you want your horse shod, Squire?" the man asked, looking
+well pleased at the cordial greeting. "I'll leave my dinner and go right
+to the shop with you."</p>
+
+<p>"No, indeed. Sit down; and if your wife will allow me, I'll do my
+business here. I see you know me."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir, I've seen you at church; and I'm thankful that a man in your
+station has a heart to go there."</p>
+
+<p>"And I listened to you teaching <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>your Sabbath School class," added Mr.
+Curtis, laughing. "After that we couldn't be strangers long. You
+remember your text, 'If ye love me keep my commandments.' But now to
+business! I'm going to build a house and barn; and my men tell me you're
+the one to mend all my tools, shoe my horses, a kind of general Jack at
+all trades. I want to engage you to do all my business, and send me your
+bill the first day in every month. Is that satisfactory?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir; and I thank you, too. <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span>As you're a church-going man I'll make
+free to tell you, Squire, you've taken a load off my mind. I've got a
+little girl sick these eighteen months; and I've only been waiting for
+the means to send her to a great doctor in the city. Now your promise
+makes my way clear."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm glad you told me, Mr. Hunt. Mrs. Curtis will call and see your
+wife. I dare say between them they will contrive some plan to restore
+the child, with God's blessing. Come, Bertie, we will go."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p><p>Mr. Hunt and his wife followed to the gate, very much amused at the
+sight of the donkey and his carriage.</p>
+
+<p>The next morning, Mr. Curtis asked his wife,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"How would you like to ride with me to the granite quarry? I am going to
+buy underpinning for the house."</p>
+
+<p>"If it isn't too far, I should enjoy it exceedingly."</p>
+
+<p>"The drive there and back would be twenty miles; but you could lie down
+at the hotel and rest, if you choose, while I am at the quarry."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p><p>"I will get ready at once then. Shall we take the children?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, if Bertie can leave his cares at Woodlawn."</p>
+
+<p>The gentleman glanced archly at his son as he said this, and Bertie
+answered, laughing,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"I think I can trust Tom and Jim till I get back; but I don't understand
+what underpinnings are."</p>
+
+<p>"You will learn that by and by. Now run and ask Nurse to dress Winnie,
+for I see Mike has the carriage out."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p><p>When they reached the quarry, they found it so difficult to drive the
+carriage near to the rough building where they were told the owner could
+be found, that papa turned back and drove through one street to a fine
+hotel. He called for a private parlor, and left mamma resting on the
+sofa with Winnie to keep her company, while he took Herbert to the large
+quarry, tied Duke, and went to see the huge blocks of granite that were
+being cut out.</p>
+
+<p>It was about an hour before <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>they were seated in the carriage again with
+their faces toward home.</p>
+
+<p>"I wish you could have gone with me, Cecilia," papa began, "it is worth
+seeing. I found some blocks of granite exactly the size I want."</p>
+
+<p>"Are they already hewn, Lawrence?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, dear! but they will be ready and on the ground before we want to
+use them."</p>
+
+<p>"What is <i>hewn</i>?" inquired Bertie.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you remember the rough <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span>pieces I selected, and those others so
+smooth and polished next them?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir."</p>
+
+<p>"And didn't you see those men at work on a long shaft or pillar? They
+are called stone-cutters, and they were hewing them. They have a sharp
+instrument with which they continually chop, chop, or strike; and this
+hews off the rough places, making the whole smooth. I engaged my posts,
+too, for the gates, Cecilia; and a curb-stone to lay on the top of the
+wall nearest the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span>house. That makes a handsome finish."</p>
+
+<p>"You did a great deal of business for so short a time, Lawrence."</p>
+
+<p>He laughed. "I only spent about fourteen hundred dollars. It doesn't
+take long to do that. I fancy the owner thought he had done a good
+morning's work. He had heard of my purchase, and was coming to see me to
+engage the job. Oh, I forgot to tell you! I bought the steps, too. Three
+flights, very handsome ones."</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_033.jpg" width="175" height="131" alt="i_033" title="i_033" /></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE CELLAR.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/i_dco.jpg" title="O" height="200" width="74" alt="O" /></div>
+<p><br /><br /><span class="cap">O</span>ne pleasant morning Bertie drove his father over to Woodlawn, and,
+after tying Whitefoot to a tree, ran as fast as he could go to the
+cellar. The day before it had been quite damp; and mamma didn't think it
+best for him to go out. So he stayed at the farm and amused Winnie by
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span>playing at dolls' visits with her till it was time for her daily nap,
+and then went to see Mrs. Taylor in the kitchen. Esther was shelling
+peas for dinner; and he helped her till they were all done.</p>
+
+<p>Now he was very anxious to see how much the men had dug. He had but a
+little time to stay, for at ten he was to be at the farm to drive mamma
+to the blacksmith's house.</p>
+
+<p>He thought as he went toward the cellar that the men had all gone, for
+he could see nothing of them. But <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span>when he reached the place, there they
+were down so deep as to be out of sight from the new road.</p>
+
+<p>They had dug a path all around the edge of the cellar, close to the line
+his papa had marked out. The path was four feet from the ground which
+was as deep as it was to go. Now they did not try to throw out their
+shovelsful upon the bank, they threw them on the great pile in the
+centre.</p>
+
+<p>Bertie stood still and watched them for some time, wondering what it
+could mean. He did not suppose this <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span>great pile was to remain in the
+middle of the cellar; and yet he did not see how it could be taken out.</p>
+
+<p>The men were so busy he didn't like to interrupt them. Besides he didn't
+feel so well acquainted with them as he did with Tom and Jim. A good
+many times he had jumped on the drag, and the oxen had drawn him to the
+other part of the farm where the old stone wall was being pulled down.</p>
+
+<p>At last one of the Irishmen looked up to the bank and said
+pleasantly,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"There's <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span>the little master come to see us."</p>
+
+<p>"I thought you were lost," answered Bertie, laughing. "Will you please
+to tell me what you are going to do with all that ground in the middle
+of the cellar?"</p>
+
+<p>"The oxen are going to draw it out. You will see them presently."</p>
+
+<p>"But how can the oxen get down there?" asked the boy, greatly surprised.</p>
+
+<p>"Run round to the bulkhead, and you will see."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p><p>Bertie had no idea what a bulkhead was, or where it could be found; but
+as the man pointed to the other side of the cellar, away he ran to find
+it.</p>
+
+<p>Now the mystery was explained. Just under the place where his father had
+told him the kitchen was to be, there was a kind of road leading down
+into the cellar, and while Bertie was waiting, he heard Tom's voice
+calling to Buck to "gee, back, back, sir."</p>
+
+<p>There was no place to turn around in the cellar so the oxen had to back
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span>the cart with its wide wheels down the steep road. As soon as they were
+in the right place, the Irishmen came and helped Tom load the cart full,
+which was very quickly done; and then Buck and Bright pulled away with
+all their strength till they were out on the level ground. This time
+they did not carry the gravel far, and so were ready to back down again
+in a very few minutes.</p>
+
+<p>"What makes this dirt look so different from that?" inquired Bertie,
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span>pointing to a pile of rich black loam.</p>
+
+<p>"The top of the ground is always richer earth," answered Jim, who was
+just going by, driving Star and Spot. "Underneath it is only gravel."</p>
+
+<p>"What is gravel good for?"</p>
+
+<p>"It will do very well to put on roads, or to fill up with. I heard your
+father say he was going to make avenues and terraces with this."</p>
+
+<p>"What are avenues?"</p>
+
+<p>"Roads, drive-ways."</p>
+
+<p>"What are terraces?"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p><p>Jim laughed aloud.</p>
+
+<p>"I guess," he said, "if you don't get to be a Squire yourself some day
+'twont be for want of asking questions."</p>
+
+<p>By this time the oxen were ready to be backed down the cellar, and
+Bertie was obliged to wait until another time to find out what terraces
+were.</p>
+
+<p>He waited till Jim came up and tipped his load of gravel upon the heap,
+and then he said,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"I must go and find papa. I'm afraid it's almost ten o'clock."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p><p>"I can tell you what time it is," said Jim, looking up at the sun.</p>
+
+<p>"How can you tell that way?" the boy asked, wondering.</p>
+
+<p>"It's half past nine, ex-actly," remarked Jim, drawling out the last
+word.</p>
+
+<p>Bertie looked up at the sky, but could tell nothing about the time.</p>
+
+<p>"It takes experience to do it," said the man, laughing at his perplexed
+look. "I've had thirty-eight years to learn."</p>
+
+<p>Bertie resolved to ask his father to <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>explain how the sun could be made
+to tell the time, and then not seeing him anywhere about, untied
+Whitefoot, who had pulled away to the length of the rein, and was trying
+to snatch a few mouthfuls of grass, and rode away to the farm.</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_111.jpg" width="150" height="139" alt="i_111" title="i_111" /></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X.</h2>
+
+<h3>BERTIE AND WINNIE.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/i_dco.jpg" title="O" height="200" width="74" alt="O" /></div>
+<p><br /><br /><span class="cap">O</span>ne morning, about a week after the ride to the quarry, Bertie took his
+sister Winnie in his donkey carriage and drove her to Woodlawn. It was a
+pretty sight, and many of the villagers stopped with a smile to gaze
+after them. Herbert with his clear blue eyes so like his father's, his
+chestnut hair waving <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>off his forehead, his bright, healthy complexion
+and pleasant smile: Winnie with her close auburn curls, her laughing
+brown eyes and cherry lips, formed a picture not often seen. Each of
+them wore a straw hat to shade their eyes from the sun, and the voice of
+Winnie sounded like the warbling of a bird, as she gayly echoed her
+brother's laugh.</p>
+
+<p>"Mamma say I may dive Whitefoot drass," lisped the child, not yet having
+learned to articulate the letter g. "Whitefoot not bite me, no."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p><p>"Whitefoot is a good donkey. He never bites," answered Herbert,
+decidedly. "Now, Winnie, you must keep hold of my hand, and not run away
+as you do at the farm. I sha'n't have time to chase after you as Nancy
+does."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm doin' to be dood dirl, Bertie, mamma say so. Winnie not doin' to
+make mamma cry any more."</p>
+
+<p>"Here we are; and there's papa on the hill. See all the men and the
+oxen!"</p>
+
+<p>Winnie laughed, and clapped her hands.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p><p>They drove along till they came to the tree where Bertie sometimes tied
+his donkey, and then he carefully lifted his sister to the ground.</p>
+
+<p>"Wait a minute," he said, "and I'll lead you to the big cellar."</p>
+
+<p>But the little girl couldn't stand still. She was as full of life as a
+squirrel; and, when once upon her feet, ran to pull some grass for
+Whitefoot.</p>
+
+<p>The donkey did not think much of the little spears she brought him, and
+put one by one into his mouth. He <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span>preferred to pull a whole mouthful at
+once with his strong teeth; but he loved the children who were so kind
+to him; and so he stood very patiently taking her present of grass, very
+careful not to bite the tiny fingers in which she held it up for his
+use.</p>
+
+<p>I am glad to say that Bertie waited patiently for his sister to feed
+Whitefoot, though he was in a great hurry to see what Jim and Tom were
+doing at the cellar.</p>
+
+<p>Presently she grew tired, and taking her brother's hand, went with him
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span>across the smooth grass to the site of the new house.</p>
+
+<p>Bertie always bowed to the men and spoke very kindly to them; now he
+said,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"I've brought my sister Winifred to see you work to-day."</p>
+
+<p>Tom stopped his oxen a moment to gaze at the delicate little creature,
+and then said, laughing,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose she's too small to ride on the drag. I'm going after a load
+of stone; and I could take you both as well as not."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p><p>Bertie was sorely tempted. He liked very much to go with Tom, who since
+the time the child asked for the corn, had been quite guarded in his
+words; but mamma had told him to be very careful of his sister; and if
+any accident should happen to her, he would feel so sorry. He glanced
+wistfully from Tom to Winnie, but then said, suddenly,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you, sir, I'd like it, ever so much, but I'm afraid for Winnie.
+She's so little, and mamma trusted her with me."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p><p>"That's right," said a cheerful voice close behind them.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Curtis had come down from the hill, and was near enough to see all
+that had passed. When Bertie's face flushed with a desire to go, he felt
+inclined to step forward and remonstrate; but when he saw that his son
+yielded to the suggestions of conscience, his heart swelled with love
+and gratitude to the good Spirit who was leading Bertie into the path of
+peace.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, papa! Winnie had dood <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>ride," exclaimed the little girl, running to
+take his hand.</p>
+
+<p>"And what do you think about the new house, pet?" asked papa, taking her
+in his arms.</p>
+
+<p>"Winnie don't want to do down there," she said, pointing her tiny finger
+to the deep cellar.</p>
+
+<p>At this moment there was a great noise, which made the child cling
+closely to her father's neck. Jim had backed his oxen to the very edge
+of the bank, and pitched a load of stones down to the bottom of the
+cellar.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p><p>As Bertie looked over, he saw that all the gravel had been carried out;
+and now some men whom he had not seen before, were busy laying up the
+stones which Tom and Jim brought, in a nice, smooth wall.</p>
+
+<p>"Have the diggers gone away, papa?" he asked.</p>
+
+<p>"They have done their work here; and now they are digging a trench for
+an avenue."</p>
+
+<p>"What is a trench, papa?"</p>
+
+<p>"If you will come this afternoon I will show you. You may ride down <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span>by
+the lake on Tom's drag; he will be at work there by that time."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, thank you, papa!"</p>
+
+<p>He looked in his father's eyes, and what do you think he saw there? It
+was a look which made him feel very glad he had tried to do right, and
+it also made him resolve to ask God's help to be a good boy all the
+time.</p>
+
+<p>When Tom came back with a load, he pitched the stones down into the
+cellar a little way beyond the place where Jim had put his.</p>
+
+<p>"I guess, Squire," the man said, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span>"a few loads more'll be all the mason
+can use to-day."</p>
+
+<p>"I should think so, Jim. I'll talk with him about it, and let you know
+exactly what he wants. Are there many more stones in the old wall?"</p>
+
+<p>"There's enough for this and your barn cellar, and all the stuff you'll
+want in your road, or I'll lose my guess, Squire," the man answered,
+laughing. "It does hold out wonderful. I s'pose you'll want us to make
+clean work as far as we go."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, everything must be made <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span>smooth; I'm going to throw those two
+mowing lots into one. There's a great deal of time lost every year in
+mowing up close to the walls, and they seldom look neat even then. The
+fewer boundaries the better, was my father's motto."</p>
+
+<p>"Did you ever live in the country, Squire?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I was born and brought up on a farm."</p>
+
+<p>"'Cause it's been a wonder to all the Oxford people," continued Jim,
+"where you picked up such a heap <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span>of farming knowledge. Folks say you
+could keep a school and larn farmers a sight more'n they know now."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm much obliged to Oxford for its good opinion," answered Mr. Curtis,
+with a merry laugh.</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_089.jpg" width="200" height="105" alt="i_089" title="i_089" /></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE KIND BOY.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/i_dci.jpg" title="I" height="200" width="67" alt="I" /></div>
+<p><br /><br /><span class="cap">I</span>t does workmen good to hear a genuine, hearty laugh from their master.
+Even the stone-masons, who were straining every nerve to lift a large
+stone into its place, looked up with a smile, as Mr. Curtis' "ha! ha!
+ha!" echoed from the hill.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p><p>The gentleman walked along the edge of the bank leading Winnie, while
+Bertie, more cautious, kept at a respectful distance from the precipice.
+They came at last to the bulkhead where the road had been made to the
+cellar, and the gentleman, after a glance at Winnie's thin slippers
+laced so nicely over the ankles, lifted the child again and walked down
+where the masons were at work.</p>
+
+<p>"May I go too, papa?" asked Bertie.</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly. Come, and I'll ask the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span>workmen to show you how to make a
+stone wall."</p>
+
+<p>"And will you please tell me what a bulkhead is?"</p>
+
+<p>"Do you remember the door where Mr. Taylor rolled down a barrel of ice
+into his cellar this morning?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir. I didn't know there was any door there. Winnie and I used to
+sit on those boards and eat our lunch."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, that is called a bulkhead. I don't know why that name should be
+used, for the real meaning of the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span>word is a partition in a ship which
+makes separate apartments. Perhaps it is so called, because articles of
+considerable bulk are put down through it, and stored in the cellar.
+When the stonelayer comes to that part of the cellar, you will see how
+he builds up a place each side of that road; and then the carpenter will
+make doors to fit down upon it. When we want to put coal or wood, or
+anything heavy into the house, instead of carrying them through the
+carpeted halls and down the nice stairs, we only <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span>have to open the
+trap-doors and carry them down the steps, or put on a plank board and
+roll them down, as farmer Taylor does."</p>
+
+<p>Bertie now was standing near the stone-masons and watched closely every
+movement. One man was preparing a place for a large stone, while the
+other was chipping off the front edge with a sharp instrument called a
+cold chisel.</p>
+
+<p>When he thought it smooth enough they took hold together and tipped it
+over and over; sometimes using their <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span>hands, or iron bars, and sometimes
+pieces of strong wood to put it into place, until at last they had it
+fitted into the wall.</p>
+
+<p>Bertie noticed that they chinked or filled in all the little holes with
+the small stones so as to make the wall as compact as possible. His
+father told him that after the whole was done, they would fill every
+hole with cement, which, after a few days, would become so very hard
+that not even the tiniest mouse could creep in. This, the mason informed
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span>him, was called "pointing the cellar wall."</p>
+
+<p>While Bertie stood down in the cellar talking with his father and the
+men, he happened to remember his promise to mamma, to bring Winnie home
+in time for her morning nap.</p>
+
+<p>"O, papa!" he exclaimed. "Will you please look at your watch, and tell
+me what time it is? I'm afraid it's too late for me to go home."</p>
+
+<p>"It's a quarter past ten," answered papa.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll go then, as quick as I can, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span>and come back this afternoon; mamma
+is going to read me a story when Winnie is asleep."</p>
+
+<p>Papa carried the little girl and put her in the carriage. Bertie took up
+the reins and drove off with a good-by bow, which the gentleman returned
+with a loving smile.</p>
+
+<p>Just as he reached the gate he overtook Tom, who had a boy seated on his
+empty drag.</p>
+
+<p>"Is that your Jerry, that you told me about?" Bertie asked, stopping his
+donkey.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></p><p>"Yes, it's my Jerry."</p>
+
+<p>"Will he be over there this afternoon?" pointing to Woodlawn.</p>
+
+<p>"I think it's likely."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm going to be there then. Papa is going to show me what a trench is;
+and if your boy would like it, I'll give him a ride in my donkey
+carriage."</p>
+
+<p>Jerry's face fairly shone with delight. His father had told him about
+Whitefoot; and he hoped he should see the funny looking creature; but to
+take a ride in the little carriage, was more than he had ever dreamed
+of.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p><p>"Thank you, Master Bertie. I expect Jerry would be tickled enough; but
+'tisn't just the thing for you to be carrying the likes of him."</p>
+
+<p>"You've carried me on your drag," Herbert answered, laughing. "Mamma
+says when anybody does us a kindness, we ought to try and return it.
+I'll be there right after dinner."</p>
+
+<p>When they drove up to the farm, mamma was looking from the window
+watching for them. She told Bertie to come up to her with his sister,
+for Nancy was busy on the back porch <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span>washing out some clothes for her
+little charge.</p>
+
+<p>Winnie's lunch of bread and milk was all ready for her; but she was so
+sleepy she could scarcely keep awake to eat it; and when mamma had laid
+her on her crib, she was asleep in a minute.</p>
+
+<p>Bertie ran out to the barn to put his donkey up, and then listened to
+mamma's story for the rest of the forenoon.</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_111.jpg" width="150" height="139" alt="i_111" title="i_111" /></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE CROSS WORKMAN.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/i_dci.jpg" title="I" height="200" width="67" alt="I" /></div>
+<p><br /><br /><span class="cap">I</span>t was Mr. Curtis' intention to have two avenues to his house. One of
+them wound around by the lake past the spot which he had marked out for
+a boat-house, and then through the chestnut grove, where it met the
+other avenue.</p>
+
+<p>The other or main avenue, entered the grounds just between two immense
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span>elm-trees which almost seemed to have been stationed there for guards,
+so exactly did they suit their position. Underneath the branches which
+met and embraced, the handsome granite posts with a heavy iron gate,
+were to mark the main entrance to Woodlawn. The wall which was to
+enclose the grounds was to be built of gray pudding-stone, tightly
+cemented, with a hewn granite curb-stone. The road, which was to be
+nicely trenched and gravelled, wound through a variety of shade-trees to
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span>the highest point of land, where the view of the house, lawn and lake
+burst upon the eye of the visitor.</p>
+
+<p>When Mr. Curtis was, in after years, complimented by his friends for the
+taste and artistic skill with which he had laid out his grounds, he
+always pointed to his wife, saying,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"There is the artist. I only followed her suggestions."</p>
+
+<p>It was true that though the lady was opposed to building a house that
+would be grand and imposing, she <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span>was desirous of improving to the
+utmost the natural beauties which surrounded them. She drew a plan for
+the boat-house, which was not only useful, but extremely picturesque.
+The hennery too, and the conservatory, were highly ornamental,
+distributed as they were about the grounds;&mdash;but it is too early to
+speak of these, which were not finished till another year.</p>
+
+<p>I must go back and tell you about Bertie's visit to Woodlawn, and how he
+learned to make trenches.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p><p>Directly after family prayers, which Mr. Curtis always attended with the
+farmer's family, Bertie read a chapter in his small Bible with his
+mamma; and she explained the meaning to him in such simple words that
+even little Winnie could learn something of God's will. Sometimes they
+sung a hymn; and then the little fellow started off with his donkey for
+the new house.</p>
+
+<p>If he were going to be there several hours, he used to take the harness
+from Whitefoot and turn him <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span>into a field where he could find plenty of
+sweet, tender grass. But when he expected to return in an hour or two,
+he left the creature standing under the shade of a tree.</p>
+
+<p>When he drove through the field on this pleasant afternoon, he did not
+forget that he had promised Jerry a ride. He jumped out of the carriage,
+and looked about; but the boy was nowhere to be seen. He tied Whitefoot
+to the tree and ran to the cellar. The stone-masons were at their work.
+One side of the wall was nearly completed, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span>and at this moment they were
+hammering away to get a large stone ready to fit into its place.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you know where my papa is?" he asked one of the masons.</p>
+
+<p>"He's gone off to the lake with Tom Grant."</p>
+
+<p>"Is Tom coming back with his oxen?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I heard him driving them by a few minutes ago. He'll be back
+presently."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you, sir. May I go there and see you work till he comes?"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p><p>"Yes, I'm willing. The Squire is the owner here."</p>
+
+<p>Bertie ran around by the bulkhead and soon was standing by the
+stonelayer in the cellar. He didn't speak until they had finished
+lifting the heavy stone into its place. He stood and watched them,
+wondering whether he should ever be strong enough to lift so much.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't think I should like to be a stone-mason," he said, in a
+sympathizing tone.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, you may have to come to <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span>it for all that," the man answered,
+speaking very cross.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't snap up the boy so; he meant no harm," urged the other. "Here, my
+little fellow, will you take a quid of tobacco?" at the same time
+putting a piece in his own mouth.</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you, sir, but I never eat any tobacco. Mamma says it makes people
+crave drink; and then they become drunkards."</p>
+
+<p>The cross mason uttered a shocking oath, in connection with the name of
+Mrs. Curtis, and started forward <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span>with his trowel as if he were about to
+strike the boy.</p>
+
+<p>Bertie uttered a cry as though he had been shot. The awful words were
+the most dreadful he had ever heard. He, tried to run away, but he
+staggered, and looked so pale the man who had offered him the tobacco,
+thought he would fall.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't mind him," Alick said to Bertie, "he's been to his bottle too
+often, and didn't know what he was talking of."</p>
+
+<p>About fifteen minutes later, Mr. <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span>Curtis found his son, sitting on a
+stone near the cellar, crying and sobbing as if his heart would break.</p>
+
+<p>It was a very unusual thing for Bertie to cry; and of course his papa
+was greatly pained to see him in such distress. He tried to soothe the
+child and find out what had troubled him. But Bertie could scarcely
+speak at all for his sobs. He could only point to the cellar, and say,
+in broken words&mdash;"Wicked&mdash;man&mdash;I'm&mdash;afraid&mdash;God&mdash;wont&mdash;let&mdash;him&mdash;live."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Curtis left him and walked <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span>toward the cellar, where he saw a sight
+which explained his son's grief.</p>
+
+<p>One of the masons was just in the act of stooping down for a black
+bottle which he held to his mouth, when his companion saw him.</p>
+
+<p>"Hold there," he said, throwing down his hammer. "You've been at it too
+often already."</p>
+
+<p>The drunkard threw the empty bottle right in the other mason's face,
+uttering the most terrible oaths.</p>
+
+<p>"You'd better be careful; or you'll lose the best job you ever had,"
+urged <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span>the sober man. "You frightened the Squire's little boy till I
+thought he would faint. If he tells his father how you cursed his
+mother, you'll be done for. So you'd better quit drinking till this job
+is over."</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_149.jpg" width="200" height="107" alt="i_149" title="i_149" /></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII.</h2>
+
+<h3>THE NEW AVENUE.</h3>
+
+<div class="figleft"><img src="images/i_dct.jpg" title="T" height="200" width="69" alt="T" /></div>
+<p><br /><br /><span class="cap">T</span>he sound of Tom's loud talk to his oxen, started Bertie; and he tried
+to stop crying and see whether Jerry was walking by the side of the
+drag.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Curtis motioned to the man to stop, and Tom wondered not a little to
+see how stern the Squire's face had grown. Bertie's eyes, too, were <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>red
+and swollen with crying. What could it mean?</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Grant," began Mr. Curtis, "can you tell me whether the head mason
+down there is a habitual drunkard?"</p>
+
+<p>"He has the name of it, Squire, I'm sorry to say," answered Tom, greatly
+confused.</p>
+
+<p>"Wait a moment, I may need you;" and Mr. Curtis walked quickly down the
+bulkhead into the cellar.</p>
+
+<p>The mason who had been drinking was sitting on a stone, holding his
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span>hand to his head. The other one kept on with his work though he could
+do nothing to advantage alone.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Curtis picked up the bottle, and, holding it in his fingers, said to
+the sober man,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Do you use this vile stuff?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, sir; not a drop. I see too much of it to want to put myself in the
+power of any kind of liquor."</p>
+
+<p>"Do you live with Jerrold?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir, he's a second cousin to my father. He could be a rich man,
+sir, if he'd let drink alone."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span></p><p>"He has done his last day's work for me. I <i>will not</i> employ a man who
+swears or makes a beast of himself with liquor. If you have a mind to
+work and can comply with my conditions, you may get an assistant and
+take Jerrold's place. I shall know in a few days whether you are capable
+of carrying on the whole job."</p>
+
+<p>"I thank you, sir, all the same; but it'll be a terrible disappointment
+to Jerrold. His wife is a good woman; and she'll take it to heart
+terribly. He was overcome with liquor, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span>and didn't know what he said to
+the boy."</p>
+
+<p>"My son has told me nothing," explained Mr. Curtis. "I saw him throw the
+bottle in your face; and I heard what you said to him. I should wish
+your answer at once, whether you would choose to go on with the work."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir, I'll take it and do the best I can, and much obleeged for the
+chance."</p>
+
+<p>Tom, all this time, had stood on the top of the bank where he could
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span>hear every word. His face looked very sober as he turned back to his
+oxen, and he said to himself,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"There's a lesson for you, Tom Grant. You may thank your old mother that
+you haven't tasted a drop of spirits for a year."</p>
+
+<p>"Now, Bertie; jump on the drag," said Mr. Curtis, in a cheerful tone.
+"Jerry is waiting by the lake for you; and I'll show you what a trench
+is."</p>
+
+<p>Bertie obeyed; but his father saw it was hard for him to keep back his
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span>tears. The gentleman walked along with Tom, talking about the work as
+if nothing unpleasant had occurred; but it was evident that the man was
+thinking of something else.</p>
+
+<p>At last, just as they had reached the lake, he turned to his master and
+said, earnestly,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Squire, one year ago I was as great a drunkard as Jerrold. I was going
+right straight to ruin, when my old mother came to live with me. She
+begged and begged me to take a pledge never to taste spirits again; <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span>and
+at last I yielded to her, and since that I've airned enough to support
+my family and buy these oxen.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, Squire, I didn't think of religion till I see how it worked with
+you. If I didn't think your religion was the out-and-out Bible kind, I'd
+never ask you the question I'm going to now.</p>
+
+<p>"If mother can persuade Jerrold to take the pledge as I did, and knock
+off drinkin' and swearin', will you take him back?"</p>
+
+<p>"With all my heart, Tom; and <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span>any help I or my wife can give your mother
+in such a good work, we'll do it with the greatest pleasure."</p>
+
+<p>"Come up, Bright, gee;" began Tom, wiping his eye with his shirt sleeve,
+when he suddenly turned round again, and said, fervently,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"There's a good many Oxford people, Squire Curtis, are praying that your
+wife's life and yours may be spared to us, to be a blessing to the whole
+town."</p>
+
+<p>Tom drew his load of small stones and rubbish close to the edge of a
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span>ditch about twenty-two feet wide and two feet deep, when he stopped the
+oxen and threw the stones in.</p>
+
+<p>The Irishmen who had dug the cellar, were working away; and the two men
+with the oxen had as much as they could do to fill the trench as fast as
+it was dug.</p>
+
+<p>Jerry came forward looking so clean and neat Bertie scarcely knew him.</p>
+
+<p>"I've brought my donkey," he said; "but if you don't mind I should like
+to ask papa about the trench before we go to ride."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span></p><p>Jerry looked quite satisfied but did not dare to speak. So his father
+answered for him,&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"He's in no hurry, I'm sure, Master Bertie. But he's too shamefaced to
+talk much before strangers. If he takes you to see his tame squirrels,
+or the mice he's taught to eat out of his hand, his tongue will move
+fast enough, I reckon."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't see, papa," said Bertie, "what is the use of digging out the
+earth and filling it right up again."</p>
+
+<p>"I am filling it with stones, my <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span>dear, so that the water, when it
+rains, will drain through and keep the walk dry."</p>
+
+<p>"But, papa, horses can't walk on those rough stones."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course not. I intend to cover them with coarse gravel, and then on
+the top put a dressing of broken oyster shells mixed with small stones
+from the beach. These will gradually work down till the avenue is as
+hard as a brick."</p>
+
+<p>"I understand now, papa, what a trench is."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span></p><p>"And how to make a cellar?" added papa, laughing.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir; I know the earth has to be dug out and carried off, and a
+wall made, and pointed with cement, which grows very hard, so that the
+underpinning which you bought can lie on the top of it; but I don't know
+how the wood is fastened on."</p>
+
+<p>"That is the carpenter's job," answered his father; "we shall come to
+that by and by."</p>
+
+<p style="text-align: center">
+<img src="images/i_033.jpg" width="175" height="131" alt="i_033" title="i_033" /></p>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Berties Home, by Madeline Leslie
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Berties Home
+       or, the Way to be Happy
+
+Author: Madeline Leslie
+
+Release Date: December 2, 2007 [EBook #23683]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BERTIES HOME ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by D. Alexander and the Online Distributed
+Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was
+produced from images generously made available by The
+Internet Archive)
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+ THE WOODLAWN SERIES.
+
+ Bertie's Home:
+
+ OR,
+
+ THE WAY TO BE HAPPY.
+
+
+ BY MRS. MADELINE LESLIE.
+
+
+ BOSTON:
+ WOOLWORTH, AINSWORTH & COMPANY.
+
+ NEW YORK:
+ A. S. BARNES & COMPANY.
+
+
+ Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868, by
+
+                     A. R. BAKER,
+
+ In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.
+
+ [Illustration: Mr. Curtis tying Duke. Vol. I., p. 93.]
+
+ [Illustration: THE WOODLAWN SERIES.]
+
+
+
+
+BERTIE; OR, THE WOODLAWN SERIES.
+
+BY MRS. MADELINE LESLIE.
+
+16mo. 6 vols., Illustrated.
+
+  I. BERTIE'S HOME.
+
+ II. BERTIE AND THE CARPENTERS.
+
+III. BERTIE AND THE MASONS.
+
+ IV. BERITE AND THE PLUMBERS.
+
+  V. BERTIE AND THE PAINTERS.
+
+ VI. BERTIE AND THE GARDENERS.
+
+
+
+TO
+
+HARRY, NELLIE, AND WILLIE SAMPSON;
+
+ALSO,
+
+To the Memory of their Deceased Brothers and Sister,
+
+BERTIE, FRANKEY AND EMMA,
+
+THESE LITTLE BOOKS ARE AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED.
+
+If the perusal prompt them and other readers to imitate the virtues of
+our hero in his efforts to _be_ good, and to _do_ good, the wishes of
+the author will be realized.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+THE RIDE,                 11
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+THE PURCHASE,             23
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+WOODLAWN,                 32
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+THE PLAN,                 44
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+THE DONKEY,               55
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+DRAGGING STONES,          64
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+THE BOY TEACHER,          77
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+THE UNDERPINNING,         88
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+THE CELLAR,               90
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+BERTIE AND WINNIE,       110
+
+CHAPTER XI.
+
+THE KIND BOY,            124
+
+CHAPTER XII.
+
+THE CROSS WORKMAN,       135
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+THE NEW AVENUE,          148
+
+
+
+
+Bertie's Home.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+THE RIDE.
+
+
+When I was a child I used to glance at the first sentence in a new book
+to see whether it looked interesting. If it began, "There was once a
+boy, who lived in a fine house," I was encouraged to go on.
+
+Now I wish to make these little books very interesting to my young
+readers. I want to have the words so simple that they can be read and
+not skipped over, and at the same time my object is to give you useful
+information. As you will learn, I am to tell you in these six volumes
+many things about building a house, and to explain the different kinds
+of labor or trades which are necessary for such a purpose; but first I
+shall introduce you to the family of Mr. Curtis, a gentleman who loves
+children and whom I am sure you will love before the book is finished.
+
+Quite a number of years ago, a carriage drawn by two dapple-gray horses
+was passing slowly through the main street of a beautiful village, which
+I shall call Oxford.
+
+There were five persons in it. On the front seat was a gentleman whose
+keen, sparkling eye and laughing mouth always made people wish to learn
+more of him. By his side were two children, Herbert and Winifred, or,
+as they were usually called, Bertie and Winnie.
+
+The back seat was occupied by Mrs. Curtis and her nurse. The lady was
+just recovering from a long and painful illness, and still looked very
+pale. She was supported by cushions, and sometimes as the carriage
+rolled slowly over the smooth gravelled road she fell asleep. But now
+Mrs. Curtis was wide awake, her eyes gazing through the large glass in
+the side of the carriage at the beautiful prospect before them.
+
+"Oh, look at that lake!" she exclaimed; "isn't it lovely? See the wooded
+banks, and that pretty green slope. I've dreamed of a home in just such
+a spot."
+
+Mr. Curtis stopped the horses, and leaning from the carriage, gazed all
+about him. It was indeed a lovely view. The village of Oxford was
+situated in a valley sheltered on three sides by hills; and here in a
+little cleft between them a small lake lay nestled, almost shut from
+view by the thick trees which grew down close to the banks.
+
+As the gentleman gazed right and left, his eye at last rested on a
+slight elevation where the ground was more open, and from which it ran
+down with a gentle slope to the water. The green here and there was
+dotted with a fine spreading elm, or a huge oak, which looked as if they
+might have weathered the storms of a hundred years.
+
+"What are you stopping so long for, papa?" asked Bertie, wondering at
+his father's unusual silence.
+
+He did not seem to hear the question, for he presently turned to his
+wife and asked, smiling,--
+
+"Would you like a house on that hill, Cecilia? There, just beyond the
+cluster of chestnut trees, is the spot I should choose."
+
+"Oh, Lawrence! everything seems so quiet and peaceful in this neat
+village, a home there would be almost a paradise."
+
+After one more glance at the fresh greensward, where the summer sun was
+casting such pleasant shadows under the grand old trees, Mr. Curtis
+spoke to the horses to go on, the road winding round the lake so that
+except for the trees they could have seen it for half a mile.
+
+Presently he stopped a man at the side of the road, and asked,--
+
+"Is there a tavern in this village?"
+
+"No, sir," was the smiling reply; "there's little need of a tavern here,
+so far away from the world."
+
+"Is there any place where I could bait my horses and get a dinner for
+my family?"
+
+"Yes, sir; there's a farm-house a quarter of a mile back, where
+travellers sometimes stop. If they're not through dinner, they'll give
+you some and welcome."
+
+"Oh, sir," said Mrs. Curtis, "we couldn't think of intruding unless they
+would allow us to pay them."
+
+The man walked on, after describing the house, laughing to himself.
+
+The house stood on the main street leading to the city, the villagers
+finding ready access thereto by a stage-coach running twice a day.
+Everything about the farm looked neat and thriving. It was almost the
+only house in the village which exhibited any pretensions to elegance.
+It had a bow window on the south side, and three Luthern windows in the
+roof. There was a garden filled with flowers, and at the side a road or
+avenue leading to the immense barns in the rear.
+
+[Illustration: Mr. Taylor's Farm-house. Vol. I. p. 20.]
+
+In answer to Mr. Curtis' knock, a young girl opened the door, and
+presently called her mother to answer the question whether they could
+put up there for an hour.
+
+"Walk right in," she answered, cordially; "dinner will be ready in a few
+minutes. If you'll please, sir, to drive the horses round to the barn,
+one of our men will take care of them."
+
+Mrs. Curtis was soon resting on a sofa in a cool, pleasant parlor,
+inhaling the fragrance of the June roses, which came through the open
+window; the children were running about the farm-yard, almost wild with
+delight, and nurse was following them, nearly as much pleased as they
+were.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+THE PURCHASE.
+
+
+After dinner, which nurse brought from the table on a tray, Mrs. Curtis
+enjoyed an hour of refreshing sleep. When she awoke she found the blinds
+carefully closed to exclude the light; but she could hear the sound of
+many voices outside, and at last a tiny head, covered with auburn
+curls, peeped into the room.
+
+"Mamma, see what Winnie dot," exclaimed a happy voice as she saw mamma
+was awake. "See pooty bird!"
+
+"It's a goslin," said mamma, taking the little yellow, downy ball from
+her daughter's hand, "a darling little goslin; but it is crying 'peep,
+peep,' because it wants to be back with its mother. Where are papa and
+Bertie?"
+
+"Papa done off with man. Dere Bertie," as his voice shouted "Winnie,"
+at the door.
+
+It was almost four o'clock before Mr. Curtis made his appearance, and
+his wife, who had been chatting with Mrs. Taylor, the farmer's wife, had
+begun to wonder where he could be.
+
+"You're nice and cool here," he said, laying his hat on the table and
+wiping the drops of perspiration from his forehead.
+
+"You look very tired, Lawrence," she said, anxiously.
+
+He only laughed.
+
+"Isn't it time to start?" the lady asked.
+
+"The horses will be round directly; but, Cecilia, I want to ask you a
+question. Were you in earnest when you said you should like to live here
+in this quiet village?"
+
+She sighed. "Yes, Lawrence, I really meant that I should enjoy a home
+away from the bustle and confusion of a city; and that lovely lake is
+exactly what I have always connected with my visions of a country home.
+But why do you look so eager?"
+
+"Because, my dear, I have ascertained that I can purchase that spot on
+reasonable terms. In fact, everything is settled on condition that when
+you have taken a nearer view you like it."
+
+Mrs. Curtis clasped her hands as she exclaimed,--
+
+"Oh, Lawrence! what a kind husband you are!"
+
+"I have ascertained," he went on, smiling, "that the village is so
+healthy no physician can be supported. There is one church and good
+schools; though there is no hotel and not one dram-shop. I think we
+shall like it; and if you say you will try to be contented, I shall
+conclude the bargain at once and turn farmer."
+
+"Why, Lawrence, what do you know about such business?"
+
+"You forget, my dear, that I was born and brought up in the country."
+
+The next morning, when they left the farm-house, Mr. Curtis had agreed
+to buy sixty acres of land adjoining the lake, with a right to the use
+of the water for boating or fishing, or whatever else he pleased. He had
+also engaged board for the rest of the summer with the farmer's family,
+and promised to return in a fortnight. In the meantime, he intended to
+look up the titles to his new land, and if it was all right, as he
+expected, to proceed at once to build a new house.
+
+Mr. Curtis, ever since his marriage, had done business as a merchant in
+a large city. He owned ships which he sent out to foreign lands, and in
+this way he had become very rich. After his wife's sickness, the
+physician who attended her, told him that if she could live in some
+quiet, healthy, country village, her life would probably be lengthened
+for years.
+
+Mr. Curtis loved his wife so well that he would gladly give all his
+ships, his money lying at interest in the banks, and his warehouses
+filled with goods, to keep her well; and this was what made him so ready
+to buy a place in the country.
+
+He was sure, too, that it would be much better for Bertie and Winifred
+to grow up surrounded by the beauties of nature; and he was also sure
+that if he and his wife had hearts to do good, they could find abundant
+opportunities for it in this beautiful village. On every account, then,
+he was pleased with his purchase, and drove away from Oxford with the
+happiest anticipations of a long and useful life passed within its
+limits.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+WOODLAWN.
+
+
+A few weeks under the care of good Mrs. Taylor, with Esther, the
+rosy-cheeked daughter, to lead Bertie to and from the school which she
+taught, did a great deal toward restoring vigor to the invalid. Every
+morning she rode with her husband around the road by the lake, and from
+thence through the bars across the fields to the site of their new
+house.
+
+They had named their place Woodlawn, on account of the beautiful old
+trees standing here and there on the greensward; and Mr. Curtis already
+had men at work making a solid road over which they could haul the
+lumber with their strong ox teams.
+
+After they had decided where the house should stand, the first thing to
+be done was to make a plan of the building. Mr. Curtis sent to the city
+for an architect to come to Oxford and bring his book of plans with
+him.
+
+Perhaps you don't know what an architect is, and I will explain the work
+that he does. He is a man who draws upon paper a sketch of a house, or
+cottage, or church, or any kind of building.
+
+First, he shows how the outside will look, and where the windows and
+doors will be placed. If there is to be a portico, or a wing, or a
+bay-window, the picture shows you just how it will look and what the
+proportions will be.
+
+Then the architect draws a picture or plan of the first, second, and
+third floors, if there are so many. He puts down the size of the
+parlors, and the halls, and the dining-room, and the kitchen. He places
+closets wherever he can find room for them, and plans for all the
+conveniences that you wish.
+
+Then he goes to the chambers, and arranges for the bath-room, and the
+dressing-rooms; or, if it is to be a plain, cheap house, he plans every
+inch of room to the very best advantage.
+
+When all this is done, the architect begins to draw what is called a
+framing plan; that is, a plan for the carpenters to work from. This has
+a picture of every stick of timber in the building; so that a good
+builder can tell beforehand just how much the lumber will cost.
+
+But this is not all the architect has to do. It is his business to write
+down what are called specifications.
+
+As this is a long word, I don't suppose Jamie, nor Josie, nor Catherine
+can understand it any better than Herbert and Winnie did. If you were
+going to have a doll-house, and your papa should allow you to tell the
+carpenter just how you would like it made, I suppose you would say:--
+
+"I want a window here and a door there; and I want a little mite of a
+bell that the dollies who come to the front door can ring. And, oh, I
+must have a little sink for my doll to wash her dishes! and of course
+there must be a pump to bring water with."
+
+While you were talking, the carpenter would take his pencil and write
+this all down, and describe the materials to be used in the work, for
+fear he would forget some of the directions; and these would be
+specifications, or the basis of your bargain with him.
+
+The architect for whom Mr. Curtis sent was Mr. Rand. He reached the
+farm-house the second day after the letter was sent. When he came Mr.
+and Mrs. Curtis were ready at the depot with the carriage to take him
+to Woodlawn.
+
+"I am going to build a little nest for my birds," Mr. Curtis said,
+laughing, "and can't quite decide what shape will be best on this land.
+I want the house to look pretty from the village, for I intend to have
+it set high where it can be seen through the trees. But the back part
+must be pretty, too, for I shall have it look out upon a nice little
+grassy hill, with plants and shrubs in variety growing over it."
+
+"We shall see," answered the architect.
+
+Just as he spoke there was a turn in the road, and then they came in
+sight of the beautiful lake.
+
+"Oh, how delightful!" the stranger exclaimed, "what an enchanting view.
+It reminds me of a picture I've seen somewhere of an English landscape."
+
+"That's what my wife says," answered Mr. Curtis, glancing in her face
+with a smile.
+
+The architect said no more; but his companions saw that his keen eye
+noticed everything.
+
+Presently they alighted from the carriage, and Mr. Curtis, giving his
+wife his arm, began to explain where he intended his house to stand.
+
+"I settled upon another place at first," he said. "There you will see
+the little stakes I drove into the ground, but my wife thought this
+better; and as I yield to her in matters of taste I changed to this
+spot."
+
+"This gives you a much better view," the architect remarked quietly.
+
+They walked here and there, two or three times. Mr. Rand took a rule
+from his pocket and measured the ground. Then he ran off by himself to
+the top of the little hill, and stood looking over the lake. All this
+time he had scarcely answered Mr. Curtis' questions. He was thinking. At
+last his face lighted up with a smile, and he exclaimed,--
+
+"I have it; just the thing. How would you like a stone house? You have
+plenty of material on your land."
+
+"A stone house is too damp," answered Mr. Curtis, shaking his head.
+"No, I prefer a well-made wooden house with back plaster and tarred
+paper to keep out the wind. I can use all my stone in building walls
+around my farm."
+
+"How much land is there?"
+
+"Sixty acres in this piece; and I have just purchased twenty more of
+wood; for I mean to keep warm."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+THE PLAN.
+
+
+It was now nearly time for dinner; and Mr. Curtis helped his wife into
+the carriage; and they all rode away to Mr. Taylor's farm, where they
+found a nice dinner of roast lamb and fresh vegetables awaiting them.
+For dessert there was plenty of strawberries and sweet, thick cream,
+which the grown people as well as the children enjoyed very much.
+
+After dinner Mr. Rand opened a large book which Bertie thought looked
+like a big atlas; and then the stranger and papa and mamma gathered
+around the table to look at the plans of houses Mr. Rand had brought
+with him.
+
+First, there was a picture of a pretty cottage with a verandah running
+around it. Then came the plan of a barn, very pretty and picturesque;
+but Mr. Rand tumbled these over without any ceremony, saying,--
+
+"You must have something better than that;" and presently he came to the
+picture of a large house with turrets and towers, which looked very
+imposing.
+
+"There it is. That's the plan for you," the gentleman exclaimed, in an
+exultant tone.
+
+"What's the cost of that?" asked Mr. Curtis.
+
+"Pshaw! the cost of a building is nothing to you," Mr. Rand answered,
+laughing. "The thing to be considered is whether you like it."
+
+"What do you say, Cecilia?"
+
+"It does not look home-like. The ground is high enough without mounting
+to the towers to see the prospect. I have an idea in my own mind if I
+could explain it to you."
+
+"Try, if you please, Mrs. Curtis."
+
+"I want, first of all," the lady began, "to have the room in which we
+shall live, in the most pleasant part of the house. It ought to be
+eighteen feet by twenty-five, the front finished with a large
+bay-window, and also a window on each side looking out on a piazza. This
+room should project from the main house about twelve feet, the space on
+each side filled with a piazza. On one side of the main building I would
+have a large parlor for state occasions; on the other, the dining-room
+and library, and back of the large sitting-room on the other side of the
+spacious hall, which occupies the middle of the house, and well lighted
+from above, will be the kitchen. Below, in a basement, I would have a
+room fitted with tubs, boilers, etc., for a wash-room, and out of it the
+laundry. The chambers, well provided with closets, must be for after
+consideration."
+
+"A capital plan!" exclaimed the architect. "You have given me a very
+good general idea; now if you will particularize or express in detail
+what kind of finish suits your taste, I will draw you a plan that I
+think you will accept; but wouldn't it be an addition to run up a tower
+at one corner? It would be very imposing."
+
+"That is my principal objection. We are intending to settle in this
+quiet village. We hope to pass the rest of our lives here. We mean to be
+one of the people. If our house is too grand it may not be so easy for
+our neighbors to approach us, or for us to gain access to their humble
+cottages. Besides, if we are not extravagant, and too far above them,
+they will try to imitate us. Instead of the square, upright, though neat
+houses they have now, they will see how much expression a little porch
+or portico will give to their dwellings."
+
+Mr. Rand folded his portfolio together without another word, while Mr.
+Curtis laughingly remarked,--
+
+"You see, my wife has set her heart on doing good here. She already has
+made friends with all the workmen at Woodlawn, and acts in the capacity
+of Doctress to their families."
+
+This was Wednesday; and Saturday Mr. Rand came again, gayly announced by
+Bertie, who cried out,--
+
+"Mamma, here's the architect."
+
+The plan was examined and highly approved. The whole party rode to the
+lake, where Mr. Rand helped Mr. Curtis measure off the land ready for
+the cellar, the architect having agreed to erect the whole building,
+hire masons and carpenters, and painters and plumbers, and whoever else
+was necessary, as soon as the underpinning was ready to set the house
+upon.
+
+When Mr. Curtis went away he left the large portfolio, which mamma told
+Bertie, contained not only the picture of the house which he admired so
+much, but a written account of every room, closet, hall, window and door
+to be put in it. "These," she said, "are Mr. Rand's specifications; that
+is, he specifies exactly what kind of doorknobs we shall have, or the
+cost and finish of the silver faucets connected with the bowls in the
+chambers."
+
+Bertie clapped his hands, dancing up and down. "I know, mamma," he
+exclaimed, "I do know, and when I'm a man I shall ask Mr. Rand to write
+specifications for me."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+THE DONKEY.
+
+
+Before Mr. Curtis had engaged men to dig his cellar, Miss Susan Taylor
+closed her school for the season.
+
+"I'm afraid Bertie will be wild with excitement," mamma said one day to
+her husband, "I wish he had some regular employment."
+
+"I've been thinking of that, my dear," he answered.
+
+"There is a great deal of knowledge to be gained beside that in books.
+Our son is inquisitive and eager, and will learn a great deal by being
+allowed to watch the operations as they proceed. When he sees the work
+of the different trades, and what belongs to a mason, or carpenter, he
+will remember it much better than if he read it in his book."
+
+"But, Lawrence, I'm afraid he will learn bad words from some men you
+will employ; or if not, he may be in their way."
+
+Mr. Curtis smiled. "As to the first," he said, "we must train our
+children so well at home that they will know better than to imitate rude
+manners or rough expressions. So far, I am happy to say that I have
+never seen men more free from profanity than those I have met in this
+quiet village.
+
+"As to your second objection, an occasional caution will be all that is
+necessary for Herbert. And if he should cause a little delay by his
+questions, I will see that the men are no losers."
+
+"But how will he get back and forth so many times in a day?"
+
+"That question will be solved to-morrow, Cecilia; next to the hope of
+benefiting your health, my object in removing to this place is to
+educate our children for usefulness. A few dollars more or less, to
+accomplish that end, will never be regretted by either of us."
+
+"If Bertie ever makes as good a man as his father, I shall be content,"
+remarked the lady, smiling.
+
+"And if Winnie learns to imitate one half her mother's virtues, I shall
+be a happy father," he returned, bowing with an arch glance in her face.
+
+After dinner the next day, Nancy, the nurse, was giving the children a
+bath, preparatory to a walk around the farm, when a man drove into the
+yard with the queerest little carriage you ever saw. The carriage was
+drawn by a funny-looking animal, with long ears and awkward-shaped
+legs.
+
+"Papa, mamma!" shouted Bertie, "look, see what has come; see what a
+queer horse."
+
+Mr. Curtis went to the door and his wife followed him.
+
+"I've brought you a donkey at last," said the man, jumping briskly from
+the carriage.
+
+"Is he docile?" asked papa.
+
+"He's as tame as an old sheep. He's five years old. A gentleman bought
+him for his children; and they've made a plaything of him. The little
+girl cried when I drove him away. I couldn't have bought him at any
+price until I gave my word he should have the best of care. The young
+gentleman himself can harness and unharness him, and for the matter of
+that he can drive all over the country with him."
+
+All this while Bertie had been palling grass and feeding the patient
+creature; but now he sprang a foot from the ground, exclaiming, with a
+flush of joy,--
+
+"Papa, papa, did you buy the donkey for me? is it mine?
+my own?"
+
+"Yes," answered papa. "It is your's; and I shall ask Mr. Taylor to give
+you a stall in the barn, where you can feed it and groom it yourself."
+
+"Oh, papa! I'm going to be a real good boy, I'm so very much obliged to
+you; may I ride a little now?"
+
+"He ought to have some oats before he's used much," said the man who
+brought him. "He's travelled twenty-five miles this morning."
+
+"I'll give him some, right away."
+
+"Jump in then, and drive him to the barn," said papa. "I see Mr. Taylor,
+and I'll talk with him about entertaining your donkey. That was one more
+than he agreed to board."
+
+Bertie knew by his papa's mouth that he was joking, and, more happy than
+I can tell you, he jumped into the funny carriage and began to pull at
+the reins. But the donkey had begun to nibble the sweet, fresh grass and
+did not like to move.
+
+"Go along," shouted the boy, "go along," and then the animal pricked up
+his ears, and trotted off to his new home in Mr. Taylor's great barn.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+DRAGGING STONES.
+
+
+The next morning the donkey was as good as new, farmer Taylor said, as
+he taught Herbert how to harness him into his wagon. "Hold your reins up
+taut, like this, my boy. Hurrah! I never did see a sight like that
+before. Such a turn-out will astonish the natives."
+
+Bertie drove up to the door and then called out,--
+
+"Mamma, mamma, can't Winnie go too. I'll bring her home safe in time for
+her nap."
+
+"Not to-day, dear. Wait till you have learned a little how to manage."
+
+When Bertie turned into the field, he saw that business had commenced in
+earnest. There were two men, each with a pair of oxen and a flat piece
+of wood attached to them by a heavy iron chain. The men were hawing and
+geeing when he drove near; but they stopped short and stared when they
+saw him.
+
+"What kind of a critter do you call that now?" one man asked, after
+squirting a whole mouthful of tobacco-juice from his mouth.
+
+"It's a donkey, sir."
+
+Bertie's mamma had taught him to be polite to every one.
+
+Both the men came up to the creature, patted him, felt of his ears, and
+one began to pull his mouth open.
+
+"Please, sir, don't hurt him," urged Bertie, twitching the reins. But,
+then, looking at the patient oxen, he said,--"Will you please tell me
+why you don't have a cart instead of that flat board?"
+
+"'Tisn't a board; it's a heavy piece of plank; and it's called a drag.
+If you're over at the place presently, you'll see what it's for. Come,
+Bright," he shouted, touching the ox nearest him. "Gee up."
+
+The other man followed, though he often looked back, laughing to see the
+donkey carriage and the little boy driver.
+
+"There's a good bit of things in the world that we never see," he said
+to his companion. "The Squire's son is a pert little chap, isn't he
+now?"
+
+"He's the politest young un I ever see," was Tom's answer.
+
+Bertie, meanwhile, drove through the field,--there was quite a good road
+now,--and on by the lake to Woodlawn. His father was standing near a
+company of men who were digging with spades, throwing the dirt out
+behind them.
+
+Bertie jumped from his wagon and threw the reins upon Whitefoot's back,
+and instantly the tame creature began to taste the grass.
+
+"I'm going to stay here till dinner, papa; what shall I do with my
+donkey?"
+
+"Take off his harness, and let him feed; I don't think he'll stray away.
+At any rate you can try him. You must begin to teach him to come to you
+when you call."
+
+The little fellow drove the wagon under the shade of a tree; and very
+soon Whitefoot, finding himself at liberty, walked slowly off toward
+the lake, nibbling grass as he went.
+
+"Now," said papa, "you may walk about wherever you please. You are old
+enough to keep out of danger. When the men come with the oxen you will
+see them unload."
+
+"What are all those men doing, papa?"
+
+"They are Irishmen whom I hire by the day to dig the cellar to our new
+house. Do you see these sticks driven into the ground?"
+
+"Yes, papa, and the string tied to them. What is it for?"
+
+"It is to mark out exactly the line where the cellar is to be. See, this
+is the front of the house; and I have measured twenty feet. Your mother
+wishes the room to be eighteen feet wide; and it is necessary to allow
+one foot each side for the thickness of the walls, the plastering, etc."
+
+"But, papa, here is another stick only a little way off. Wont mamma's
+room be larger than this?"
+
+"Yes, it extends back into what is called the main building. Don't you
+remember in Mr. Rand's plan how this room projects, or comes out, beyond
+the rest?"
+
+"Oh, yes, papa; I understand now, and right here where I stand, the
+piazza will be. Wont it be very pretty?"
+
+"I think so; but we must thank mamma for the plan. It was her taste
+suggested it to the architect."
+
+"Mr. Taylor says mamma is the most wonderful woman he ever saw," replied
+the boy earnestly.
+
+"Mr. Taylor is a wise man," said papa. "I entirely agree with him."
+
+"Oh, see how hard the oxen are pulling! Wont that wood break their
+necks?"
+
+"That is a yoke, and they are used to it. They are dragging stones for
+the cellar."
+
+"Why don't they put the stones in a cart, papa?"
+
+"Because, though it would be rather easier for the oxen to draw them, it
+would be harder for the men to load and unload."
+
+"Are stones very heavy indeed?"
+
+"You can try to lift one."
+
+"I can't move it one mite, papa. I don't see what good they will do in
+the cellar."
+
+"No, I suppose not; but you will learn."
+
+"Haw, Bright! Come up, Buck!" shouted Tom.
+
+Both the oxen pulled with all their strength; but the ground was soft
+and rising. Bertie could not see that the drag moved an inch.
+
+Tom lashed and lashed the patient creatures, shouting with all his
+might. When he found this did no good he began to swear.
+
+"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Bertie, shrinking behind his father.
+
+"Stop!" said Mr. Curtis, in a firm, clear voice. "You must throw off
+part of your load; and I want to say one thing now. I'll do all the
+swearing that's done on the place."
+
+Tom's face grew very red; but he did not speak. For one instant he
+stood, and looked into his master's eye. He knew then, as well as he
+did a year afterward, that the Squire meant exactly what he said.
+
+Two large stones were thrown off; Buck and Bright pulled again, and soon
+the heap on the drag was lying by the side of the other stones.
+
+Before the oxen went away for another load, Bertie had found out that
+the names of the other pair were Star and Spot, from some white marks on
+their forehead. He had learned, too, why drags were better than carts to
+draw large stones with.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+THE BOY TEACHER.
+
+
+While he was following his father about, Bertie forgot to watch his
+donkey. When it was near dinner time, Mr. Curtis said,--
+
+"Don't go off till I see you, Herbert, I want to ride to the
+blacksmith's; and you may drive me there."
+
+The boy started and began to look in every direction, hoping to see
+Whitefoot quietly feeding on the lawn.
+
+But neither on the hill, nor behind the chestnut grove could he be seen.
+Bertie's lip quivered, and then the tears filled his eyes.
+
+"He's gone, papa; my pretty donkey is lost."
+
+"Don't cry, my son," said Mr. Curtis, in a cheerful tone. "Crying for a
+donkey never brought one back, that I ever heard of. Take a handful of
+corn from Tom's pail, and run toward the lake. Call him by name and
+perhaps he will come."
+
+Bertie hesitated, his cheeks growing very red. At last, when papa
+wondered what made him delay, the little fellow asked,--
+
+"Can't I wait till Tom comes back? I'm almost sure he'll give me some of
+his corn; but mamma told me never to touch anything that belongs to the
+men, without asking their leave."
+
+"Mamma was right, my son, as she always is; and I'm greatly pleased
+that you remember her instructions. There is Tom coming with a load,
+now, you may run and ask him to give you a handful of corn to call your
+donkey with. Perhaps he has seen the creature somewhere."
+
+Bertie was off like a dart that has been shot from a bow; and his father
+could see him gesturing away as he walked back at Tom's side.
+
+"Did you come all this way to ask for a few kernels of corn?" asked the
+man, staring at the child in wonder. "Why, you might have taken a pint,
+and neither I nor the oxen would ever have known it."
+
+"But God sees everything we do," said the boy. "I knew 'twas yours,
+'cause I saw you turn it out of a bag; and I couldn't touch it without
+your leave, you know."
+
+"Well, now, I must say you're the honestest little shaver I ever did
+see," answered Tom, regarding the child almost with awe. "If it had been
+my boy, he'd snatched up the corn and run off with it, and never have
+thought another breath about it."
+
+"Mamma teaches me how wicked it is to steal," Bertie went on. "Perhaps
+your boy," gazing anxiously in the man's face, "hasn't any mother to
+teach him."
+
+Tom's mouth worked convulsively; and presently he wiped his eyes with
+his dirty shirt sleeve.
+
+"No, he hasn't," he answered. "She's dead this six months."
+
+They were now almost back to the cellar, and after a moment's silence,
+Tom added,--
+
+"If the corn was mine, you'd be welcome to as much as you want of it;
+but it's in the agreement that the Squire shall give the oxen their feed
+at noon. So I bring along the corn from the store; and he pays the
+bill."
+
+"Oh, I'm glad, I'm real glad," shouted Bertie, bounding away.
+
+"Whitefoot, Whitefoot!" he called, at the top of his voice; "Whitefoot!
+come."
+
+"There's your donkey," shouted Jim, "coming up the hill with Star and
+Spot. There, just behind that big oak by the lake."
+
+So Bertie called again, "Whitefoot--Whitefoot!" and presently the donkey
+gave a little neigh in reply. I suppose he wanted to say, "I hear you,
+my young master, and I'll go as quick as I can;" for he started off at
+once into a brisk trot. Very soon, to Bertie's great delight, the lost
+donkey was eating the corn out of his hand.
+
+When the men walked side by side on their way to the old wall which they
+were pulling down for stone, Tom repeated to his companion what had
+passed between him and Bertie.
+
+"That's the kind o' religion I believe in," he exclaimed, making a
+furious gesture with his brawny arm. "The Squire isn't one of your
+sot-up men who thinks working-folks are made of different stuff, and
+haven't any more souls than a beast. He lives his religion right
+straight through the week instead o' keeping it bottled up for Sunday
+use, like some long-faced men I could name."
+
+"Jes so," answered Jim, with an approving nod.
+
+"Do you suppose I'd ever cheat him out of the valley of a cent arter
+such a lesson as that boy give me? No, not for my right arm. I know when
+I'm treated like a man."
+
+"You got a pretty hard hit this morning, then," muttered Jim, glancing
+sideways in his companion's face.
+
+"Wall, I deserved it, I'll own up to that. I'd no business to talk such
+stuff before the Squire, letting alone the boy. I'll let him do the
+swearing in futer, as he's agreed to."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+THE UNDERPINNING.
+
+
+"What are you going to the blacksmith's for?" inquired Bertie, as he
+took the reins, proud to show his father how well he could drive.
+
+"I'm going to engage him to mend the tools that the men break. It's very
+convenient to have a blacksmith so near. In the town where my parents
+lived, there was no blacksmith within three miles. My father was obliged
+to go all that distance to get his horse shod."
+
+Mr. Hunt, the man they wished to see, had left his shop before they
+reached it, and was sitting in an open room at the back of his house
+eating his dinner. His red flannel shirt sleeves were rolled up to the
+elbow, showing his coarse, sinewy arms; and his hair was all in a
+tangle; but the moment Mr. Curtis saw him, he stepped forward, and shook
+hands as cordially as if they had been acquainted for years.
+
+"I suppose you want your horse shod, Squire?" the man asked, looking
+well pleased at the cordial greeting. "I'll leave my dinner and go right
+to the shop with you."
+
+"No, indeed. Sit down; and if your wife will allow me, I'll do my
+business here. I see you know me."
+
+"Yes, sir, I've seen you at church; and I'm thankful that a man in your
+station has a heart to go there."
+
+"And I listened to you teaching your Sabbath School class," added Mr.
+Curtis, laughing. "After that we couldn't be strangers long. You
+remember your text, 'If ye love me keep my commandments.' But now to
+business! I'm going to build a house and barn; and my men tell me you're
+the one to mend all my tools, shoe my horses, a kind of general Jack at
+all trades. I want to engage you to do all my business, and send me your
+bill the first day in every month. Is that satisfactory?"
+
+"Yes, sir; and I thank you, too. As you're a church-going man I'll make
+free to tell you, Squire, you've taken a load off my mind. I've got a
+little girl sick these eighteen months; and I've only been waiting for
+the means to send her to a great doctor in the city. Now your promise
+makes my way clear."
+
+"I'm glad you told me, Mr. Hunt. Mrs. Curtis will call and see your
+wife. I dare say between them they will contrive some plan to restore
+the child, with God's blessing. Come, Bertie, we will go."
+
+Mr. Hunt and his wife followed to the gate, very much amused at the
+sight of the donkey and his carriage.
+
+The next morning, Mr. Curtis asked his wife,--
+
+"How would you like to ride with me to the granite quarry? I am going to
+buy underpinning for the house."
+
+"If it isn't too far, I should enjoy it exceedingly."
+
+"The drive there and back would be twenty miles; but you could lie down
+at the hotel and rest, if you choose, while I am at the quarry."
+
+"I will get ready at once then. Shall we take the children?"
+
+"Yes, if Bertie can leave his cares at Woodlawn."
+
+The gentleman glanced archly at his son as he said this, and Bertie
+answered, laughing,--
+
+"I think I can trust Tom and Jim till I get back; but I don't understand
+what underpinnings are."
+
+"You will learn that by and by. Now run and ask Nurse to dress Winnie,
+for I see Mike has the carriage out."
+
+When they reached the quarry, they found it so difficult to drive the
+carriage near to the rough building where they were told the owner could
+be found, that papa turned back and drove through one street to a fine
+hotel. He called for a private parlor, and left mamma resting on the
+sofa with Winnie to keep her company, while he took Herbert to the large
+quarry, tied Duke, and went to see the huge blocks of granite that were
+being cut out.
+
+It was about an hour before they were seated in the carriage again with
+their faces toward home.
+
+"I wish you could have gone with me, Cecilia," papa began, "it is worth
+seeing. I found some blocks of granite exactly the size I want."
+
+"Are they already hewn, Lawrence?"
+
+"No, dear! but they will be ready and on the ground before we want to
+use them."
+
+"What is _hewn_?" inquired Bertie.
+
+"Don't you remember the rough pieces I selected, and those others so
+smooth and polished next them?"
+
+"Yes, sir."
+
+"And didn't you see those men at work on a long shaft or pillar? They
+are called stone-cutters, and they were hewing them. They have a sharp
+instrument with which they continually chop, chop, or strike; and this
+hews off the rough places, making the whole smooth. I engaged my posts,
+too, for the gates, Cecilia; and a curb-stone to lay on the top of the
+wall nearest the house. That makes a handsome finish."
+
+"You did a great deal of business for so short a time, Lawrence."
+
+He laughed. "I only spent about fourteen hundred dollars. It doesn't
+take long to do that. I fancy the owner thought he had done a good
+morning's work. He had heard of my purchase, and was coming to see me to
+engage the job. Oh, I forgot to tell you! I bought the steps, too. Three
+flights, very handsome ones."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+THE CELLAR.
+
+
+One pleasant morning Bertie drove his father over to Woodlawn, and,
+after tying Whitefoot to a tree, ran as fast as he could go to the
+cellar. The day before it had been quite damp; and mamma didn't think it
+best for him to go out. So he stayed at the farm and amused Winnie by
+playing at dolls' visits with her till it was time for her daily nap,
+and then went to see Mrs. Taylor in the kitchen. Esther was shelling
+peas for dinner; and he helped her till they were all done.
+
+Now he was very anxious to see how much the men had dug. He had but a
+little time to stay, for at ten he was to be at the farm to drive mamma
+to the blacksmith's house.
+
+He thought as he went toward the cellar that the men had all gone, for
+he could see nothing of them. But when he reached the place, there they
+were down so deep as to be out of sight from the new road.
+
+They had dug a path all around the edge of the cellar, close to the line
+his papa had marked out. The path was four feet from the ground which
+was as deep as it was to go. Now they did not try to throw out their
+shovelsful upon the bank, they threw them on the great pile in the
+centre.
+
+Bertie stood still and watched them for some time, wondering what it
+could mean. He did not suppose this great pile was to remain in the
+middle of the cellar; and yet he did not see how it could be taken out.
+
+The men were so busy he didn't like to interrupt them. Besides he didn't
+feel so well acquainted with them as he did with Tom and Jim. A good
+many times he had jumped on the drag, and the oxen had drawn him to the
+other part of the farm where the old stone wall was being pulled down.
+
+At last one of the Irishmen looked up to the bank and said
+pleasantly,--
+
+"There's the little master come to see us."
+
+"I thought you were lost," answered Bertie, laughing. "Will you please
+to tell me what you are going to do with all that ground in the middle
+of the cellar?"
+
+"The oxen are going to draw it out. You will see them presently."
+
+"But how can the oxen get down there?" asked the boy, greatly surprised.
+
+"Run round to the bulkhead, and you will see."
+
+Bertie had no idea what a bulkhead was, or where it could be found; but
+as the man pointed to the other side of the cellar, away he ran to find
+it.
+
+Now the mystery was explained. Just under the place where his father had
+told him the kitchen was to be, there was a kind of road leading down
+into the cellar, and while Bertie was waiting, he heard Tom's voice
+calling to Buck to "gee, back, back, sir."
+
+There was no place to turn around in the cellar so the oxen had to back
+the cart with its wide wheels down the steep road. As soon as they were
+in the right place, the Irishmen came and helped Tom load the cart full,
+which was very quickly done; and then Buck and Bright pulled away with
+all their strength till they were out on the level ground. This time
+they did not carry the gravel far, and so were ready to back down again
+in a very few minutes.
+
+"What makes this dirt look so different from that?" inquired Bertie,
+pointing to a pile of rich black loam.
+
+"The top of the ground is always richer earth," answered Jim, who was
+just going by, driving Star and Spot. "Underneath it is only gravel."
+
+"What is gravel good for?"
+
+"It will do very well to put on roads, or to fill up with. I heard your
+father say he was going to make avenues and terraces with this."
+
+"What are avenues?"
+
+"Roads, drive-ways."
+
+"What are terraces?"
+
+Jim laughed aloud.
+
+"I guess," he said, "if you don't get to be a Squire yourself some day
+'twont be for want of asking questions."
+
+By this time the oxen were ready to be backed down the cellar, and
+Bertie was obliged to wait until another time to find out what terraces
+were.
+
+He waited till Jim came up and tipped his load of gravel upon the heap,
+and then he said,--
+
+"I must go and find papa. I'm afraid it's almost ten o'clock."
+
+"I can tell you what time it is," said Jim, looking up at the sun.
+
+"How can you tell that way?" the boy asked, wondering.
+
+"It's half past nine, ex-actly," remarked Jim, drawling out the last
+word.
+
+Bertie looked up at the sky, but could tell nothing about the time.
+
+"It takes experience to do it," said the man, laughing at his perplexed
+look. "I've had thirty-eight years to learn."
+
+Bertie resolved to ask his father to explain how the sun could be made
+to tell the time, and then not seeing him anywhere about, untied
+Whitefoot, who had pulled away to the length of the rein, and was trying
+to snatch a few mouthfuls of grass, and rode away to the farm.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+BERTIE AND WINNIE.
+
+
+One morning, about a week after the ride to the quarry, Bertie took his
+sister Winnie in his donkey carriage and drove her to Woodlawn. It was a
+pretty sight, and many of the villagers stopped with a smile to gaze
+after them. Herbert with his clear blue eyes so like his father's, his
+chestnut hair waving off his forehead, his bright, healthy complexion
+and pleasant smile: Winnie with her close auburn curls, her laughing
+brown eyes and cherry lips, formed a picture not often seen. Each of
+them wore a straw hat to shade their eyes from the sun, and the voice of
+Winnie sounded like the warbling of a bird, as she gayly echoed her
+brother's laugh.
+
+"Mamma say I may dive Whitefoot drass," lisped the child, not yet having
+learned to articulate the letter g. "Whitefoot not bite me, no."
+
+"Whitefoot is a good donkey. He never bites," answered Herbert,
+decidedly. "Now, Winnie, you must keep hold of my hand, and not run away
+as you do at the farm. I sha'n't have time to chase after you as Nancy
+does."
+
+"I'm doin' to be dood dirl, Bertie, mamma say so. Winnie not doin' to
+make mamma cry any more."
+
+"Here we are; and there's papa on the hill. See all the men and the
+oxen!"
+
+Winnie laughed, and clapped her hands.
+
+They drove along till they came to the tree where Bertie sometimes tied
+his donkey, and then he carefully lifted his sister to the ground.
+
+"Wait a minute," he said, "and I'll lead you to the big cellar."
+
+But the little girl couldn't stand still. She was as full of life as a
+squirrel; and, when once upon her feet, ran to pull some grass for
+Whitefoot.
+
+The donkey did not think much of the little spears she brought him, and
+put one by one into his mouth. He preferred to pull a whole mouthful at
+once with his strong teeth; but he loved the children who were so kind
+to him; and so he stood very patiently taking her present of grass, very
+careful not to bite the tiny fingers in which she held it up for his
+use.
+
+I am glad to say that Bertie waited patiently for his sister to feed
+Whitefoot, though he was in a great hurry to see what Jim and Tom were
+doing at the cellar.
+
+Presently she grew tired, and taking her brother's hand, went with him
+across the smooth grass to the site of the new house.
+
+Bertie always bowed to the men and spoke very kindly to them; now he
+said,--
+
+"I've brought my sister Winifred to see you work to-day."
+
+Tom stopped his oxen a moment to gaze at the delicate little creature,
+and then said, laughing,--
+
+"I suppose she's too small to ride on the drag. I'm going after a load
+of stone; and I could take you both as well as not."
+
+Bertie was sorely tempted. He liked very much to go with Tom, who since
+the time the child asked for the corn, had been quite guarded in his
+words; but mamma had told him to be very careful of his sister; and if
+any accident should happen to her, he would feel so sorry. He glanced
+wistfully from Tom to Winnie, but then said, suddenly,--
+
+"Thank you, sir, I'd like it, ever so much, but I'm afraid for Winnie.
+She's so little, and mamma trusted her with me."
+
+"That's right," said a cheerful voice close behind them.
+
+Mr. Curtis had come down from the hill, and was near enough to see all
+that had passed. When Bertie's face flushed with a desire to go, he felt
+inclined to step forward and remonstrate; but when he saw that his son
+yielded to the suggestions of conscience, his heart swelled with love
+and gratitude to the good Spirit who was leading Bertie into the path of
+peace.
+
+"Oh, papa! Winnie had dood ride," exclaimed the little girl, running to
+take his hand.
+
+"And what do you think about the new house, pet?" asked papa, taking her
+in his arms.
+
+"Winnie don't want to do down there," she said, pointing her tiny finger
+to the deep cellar.
+
+At this moment there was a great noise, which made the child cling
+closely to her father's neck. Jim had backed his oxen to the very edge
+of the bank, and pitched a load of stones down to the bottom of the
+cellar.
+
+As Bertie looked over, he saw that all the gravel had been carried out;
+and now some men whom he had not seen before, were busy laying up the
+stones which Tom and Jim brought, in a nice, smooth wall.
+
+"Have the diggers gone away, papa?" he asked.
+
+"They have done their work here; and now they are digging a trench for
+an avenue."
+
+"What is a trench, papa?"
+
+"If you will come this afternoon I will show you. You may ride down by
+the lake on Tom's drag; he will be at work there by that time."
+
+"Oh, thank you, papa!"
+
+He looked in his father's eyes, and what do you think he saw there? It
+was a look which made him feel very glad he had tried to do right, and
+it also made him resolve to ask God's help to be a good boy all the
+time.
+
+When Tom came back with a load, he pitched the stones down into the
+cellar a little way beyond the place where Jim had put his.
+
+"I guess, Squire," the man said, "a few loads more'll be all the mason
+can use to-day."
+
+"I should think so, Jim. I'll talk with him about it, and let you know
+exactly what he wants. Are there many more stones in the old wall?"
+
+"There's enough for this and your barn cellar, and all the stuff you'll
+want in your road, or I'll lose my guess, Squire," the man answered,
+laughing. "It does hold out wonderful. I s'pose you'll want us to make
+clean work as far as we go."
+
+"Yes, everything must be made smooth; I'm going to throw those two
+mowing lots into one. There's a great deal of time lost every year in
+mowing up close to the walls, and they seldom look neat even then. The
+fewer boundaries the better, was my father's motto."
+
+"Did you ever live in the country, Squire?"
+
+"Yes, I was born and brought up on a farm."
+
+"'Cause it's been a wonder to all the Oxford people," continued Jim,
+"where you picked up such a heap of farming knowledge. Folks say you
+could keep a school and larn farmers a sight more'n they know now."
+
+"I'm much obliged to Oxford for its good opinion," answered Mr. Curtis,
+with a merry laugh.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI.
+
+THE KIND BOY.
+
+
+It does workmen good to hear a genuine, hearty laugh from their master.
+Even the stone-masons, who were straining every nerve to lift a large
+stone into its place, looked up with a smile, as Mr. Curtis' "ha! ha!
+ha!" echoed from the hill.
+
+The gentleman walked along the edge of the bank leading Winnie, while
+Bertie, more cautious, kept at a respectful distance from the precipice.
+They came at last to the bulkhead where the road had been made to the
+cellar, and the gentleman, after a glance at Winnie's thin slippers
+laced so nicely over the ankles, lifted the child again and walked down
+where the masons were at work.
+
+"May I go too, papa?" asked Bertie.
+
+"Certainly. Come, and I'll ask the workmen to show you how to make a
+stone wall."
+
+"And will you please tell me what a bulkhead is?"
+
+"Do you remember the door where Mr. Taylor rolled down a barrel of ice
+into his cellar this morning?"
+
+"Yes, sir. I didn't know there was any door there. Winnie and I used to
+sit on those boards and eat our lunch."
+
+"Well, that is called a bulkhead. I don't know why that name should be
+used, for the real meaning of the word is a partition in a ship which
+makes separate apartments. Perhaps it is so called, because articles of
+considerable bulk are put down through it, and stored in the cellar.
+When the stonelayer comes to that part of the cellar, you will see how
+he builds up a place each side of that road; and then the carpenter will
+make doors to fit down upon it. When we want to put coal or wood, or
+anything heavy into the house, instead of carrying them through the
+carpeted halls and down the nice stairs, we only have to open the
+trap-doors and carry them down the steps, or put on a plank board and
+roll them down, as farmer Taylor does."
+
+Bertie now was standing near the stone-masons and watched closely every
+movement. One man was preparing a place for a large stone, while the
+other was chipping off the front edge with a sharp instrument called a
+cold chisel.
+
+When he thought it smooth enough they took hold together and tipped it
+over and over; sometimes using their hands, or iron bars, and sometimes
+pieces of strong wood to put it into place, until at last they had it
+fitted into the wall.
+
+Bertie noticed that they chinked or filled in all the little holes with
+the small stones so as to make the wall as compact as possible. His
+father told him that after the whole was done, they would fill every
+hole with cement, which, after a few days, would become so very hard
+that not even the tiniest mouse could creep in. This, the mason informed
+him, was called "pointing the cellar wall."
+
+While Bertie stood down in the cellar talking with his father and the
+men, he happened to remember his promise to mamma, to bring Winnie home
+in time for her morning nap.
+
+"O, papa!" he exclaimed. "Will you please look at your watch, and tell
+me what time it is? I'm afraid it's too late for me to go home."
+
+"It's a quarter past ten," answered papa.
+
+"I'll go then, as quick as I can, and come back this afternoon; mamma
+is going to read me a story when Winnie is asleep."
+
+Papa carried the little girl and put her in the carriage. Bertie took up
+the reins and drove off with a good-by bow, which the gentleman returned
+with a loving smile.
+
+Just as he reached the gate he overtook Tom, who had a boy seated on his
+empty drag.
+
+"Is that your Jerry, that you told me about?" Bertie asked, stopping his
+donkey.
+
+"Yes, it's my Jerry."
+
+"Will he be over there this afternoon?" pointing to Woodlawn.
+
+"I think it's likely."
+
+"I'm going to be there then. Papa is going to show me what a trench is;
+and if your boy would like it, I'll give him a ride in my donkey
+carriage."
+
+Jerry's face fairly shone with delight. His father had told him about
+Whitefoot; and he hoped he should see the funny looking creature; but to
+take a ride in the little carriage, was more than he had ever dreamed
+of.
+
+"Thank you, Master Bertie. I expect Jerry would be tickled enough; but
+'tisn't just the thing for you to be carrying the likes of him."
+
+"You've carried me on your drag," Herbert answered, laughing. "Mamma
+says when anybody does us a kindness, we ought to try and return it.
+I'll be there right after dinner."
+
+When they drove up to the farm, mamma was looking from the window
+watching for them. She told Bertie to come up to her with his sister,
+for Nancy was busy on the back porch washing out some clothes for her
+little charge.
+
+Winnie's lunch of bread and milk was all ready for her; but she was so
+sleepy she could scarcely keep awake to eat it; and when mamma had laid
+her on her crib, she was asleep in a minute.
+
+Bertie ran out to the barn to put his donkey up, and then listened to
+mamma's story for the rest of the forenoon.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII.
+
+THE CROSS WORKMAN.
+
+
+It was Mr. Curtis' intention to have two avenues to his house. One of
+them wound around by the lake past the spot which he had marked out for
+a boat-house, and then through the chestnut grove, where it met the
+other avenue.
+
+The other or main avenue, entered the grounds just between two immense
+elm-trees which almost seemed to have been stationed there for guards,
+so exactly did they suit their position. Underneath the branches which
+met and embraced, the handsome granite posts with a heavy iron gate,
+were to mark the main entrance to Woodlawn. The wall which was to
+enclose the grounds was to be built of gray pudding-stone, tightly
+cemented, with a hewn granite curb-stone. The road, which was to be
+nicely trenched and gravelled, wound through a variety of shade-trees to
+the highest point of land, where the view of the house, lawn and lake
+burst upon the eye of the visitor.
+
+When Mr. Curtis was, in after years, complimented by his friends for the
+taste and artistic skill with which he had laid out his grounds, he
+always pointed to his wife, saying,--
+
+"There is the artist. I only followed her suggestions."
+
+It was true that though the lady was opposed to building a house that
+would be grand and imposing, she was desirous of improving to the
+utmost the natural beauties which surrounded them. She drew a plan for
+the boat-house, which was not only useful, but extremely picturesque.
+The hennery too, and the conservatory, were highly ornamental,
+distributed as they were about the grounds;--but it is too early to
+speak of these, which were not finished till another year.
+
+I must go back and tell you about Bertie's visit to Woodlawn, and how he
+learned to make trenches.
+
+Directly after family prayers, which Mr. Curtis always attended with the
+farmer's family, Bertie read a chapter in his small Bible with his
+mamma; and she explained the meaning to him in such simple words that
+even little Winnie could learn something of God's will. Sometimes they
+sung a hymn; and then the little fellow started off with his donkey for
+the new house.
+
+If he were going to be there several hours, he used to take the harness
+from Whitefoot and turn him into a field where he could find plenty of
+sweet, tender grass. But when he expected to return in an hour or two,
+he left the creature standing under the shade of a tree.
+
+When he drove through the field on this pleasant afternoon, he did not
+forget that he had promised Jerry a ride. He jumped out of the carriage,
+and looked about; but the boy was nowhere to be seen. He tied Whitefoot
+to the tree and ran to the cellar. The stone-masons were at their work.
+One side of the wall was nearly completed, and at this moment they were
+hammering away to get a large stone ready to fit into its place.
+
+"Do you know where my papa is?" he asked one of the masons.
+
+"He's gone off to the lake with Tom Grant."
+
+"Is Tom coming back with his oxen?"
+
+"Yes, I heard him driving them by a few minutes ago. He'll be back
+presently."
+
+"Thank you, sir. May I go there and see you work till he comes?"
+
+"Yes, I'm willing. The Squire is the owner here."
+
+Bertie ran around by the bulkhead and soon was standing by the
+stonelayer in the cellar. He didn't speak until they had finished
+lifting the heavy stone into its place. He stood and watched them,
+wondering whether he should ever be strong enough to lift so much.
+
+"I don't think I should like to be a stone-mason," he said, in a
+sympathizing tone.
+
+"Well, you may have to come to it for all that," the man answered,
+speaking very cross.
+
+"Don't snap up the boy so; he meant no harm," urged the other. "Here, my
+little fellow, will you take a quid of tobacco?" at the same time
+putting a piece in his own mouth.
+
+"Thank you, sir, but I never eat any tobacco. Mamma says it makes people
+crave drink; and then they become drunkards."
+
+The cross mason uttered a shocking oath, in connection with the name of
+Mrs. Curtis, and started forward with his trowel as if he were about to
+strike the boy.
+
+Bertie uttered a cry as though he had been shot. The awful words were
+the most dreadful he had ever heard. He, tried to run away, but he
+staggered, and looked so pale the man who had offered him the tobacco,
+thought he would fall.
+
+"Don't mind him," Alick said to Bertie, "he's been to his bottle too
+often, and didn't know what he was talking of."
+
+About fifteen minutes later, Mr. Curtis found his son, sitting on a
+stone near the cellar, crying and sobbing as if his heart would break.
+
+It was a very unusual thing for Bertie to cry; and of course his papa
+was greatly pained to see him in such distress. He tried to soothe the
+child and find out what had troubled him. But Bertie could scarcely
+speak at all for his sobs. He could only point to the cellar, and say,
+in broken words--"Wicked--man--I'm--afraid--God--wont--let--him--live."
+
+Mr. Curtis left him and walked toward the cellar, where he saw a sight
+which explained his son's grief.
+
+One of the masons was just in the act of stooping down for a black
+bottle which he held to his mouth, when his companion saw him.
+
+"Hold there," he said, throwing down his hammer. "You've been at it too
+often already."
+
+The drunkard threw the empty bottle right in the other mason's face,
+uttering the most terrible oaths.
+
+"You'd better be careful; or you'll lose the best job you ever had,"
+urged the sober man. "You frightened the Squire's little boy till I
+thought he would faint. If he tells his father how you cursed his
+mother, you'll be done for. So you'd better quit drinking till this job
+is over."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+THE NEW AVENUE.
+
+
+The sound of Tom's loud talk to his oxen, started Bertie; and he tried
+to stop crying and see whether Jerry was walking by the side of the
+drag.
+
+Mr. Curtis motioned to the man to stop, and Tom wondered not a little to
+see how stern the Squire's face had grown. Bertie's eyes, too, were red
+and swollen with crying. What could it mean?
+
+"Mr. Grant," began Mr. Curtis, "can you tell me whether the head mason
+down there is a habitual drunkard?"
+
+"He has the name of it, Squire, I'm sorry to say," answered Tom, greatly
+confused.
+
+"Wait a moment, I may need you;" and Mr. Curtis walked quickly down the
+bulkhead into the cellar.
+
+The mason who had been drinking was sitting on a stone, holding his
+hand to his head. The other one kept on with his work though he could
+do nothing to advantage alone.
+
+Mr. Curtis picked up the bottle, and, holding it in his fingers, said to
+the sober man,--
+
+"Do you use this vile stuff?"
+
+"No, sir; not a drop. I see too much of it to want to put myself in the
+power of any kind of liquor."
+
+"Do you live with Jerrold?"
+
+"Yes, sir, he's a second cousin to my father. He could be a rich man,
+sir, if he'd let drink alone."
+
+"He has done his last day's work for me. I _will not_ employ a man who
+swears or makes a beast of himself with liquor. If you have a mind to
+work and can comply with my conditions, you may get an assistant and
+take Jerrold's place. I shall know in a few days whether you are capable
+of carrying on the whole job."
+
+"I thank you, sir, all the same; but it'll be a terrible disappointment
+to Jerrold. His wife is a good woman; and she'll take it to heart
+terribly. He was overcome with liquor, and didn't know what he said to
+the boy."
+
+"My son has told me nothing," explained Mr. Curtis. "I saw him throw the
+bottle in your face; and I heard what you said to him. I should wish
+your answer at once, whether you would choose to go on with the work."
+
+"Yes, sir, I'll take it and do the best I can, and much obleeged for the
+chance."
+
+Tom, all this time, had stood on the top of the bank where he could
+hear every word. His face looked very sober as he turned back to his
+oxen, and he said to himself,--
+
+"There's a lesson for you, Tom Grant. You may thank your old mother that
+you haven't tasted a drop of spirits for a year."
+
+"Now, Bertie; jump on the drag," said Mr. Curtis, in a cheerful tone.
+"Jerry is waiting by the lake for you; and I'll show you what a trench
+is."
+
+Bertie obeyed; but his father saw it was hard for him to keep back his
+tears. The gentleman walked along with Tom, talking about the work as
+if nothing unpleasant had occurred; but it was evident that the man was
+thinking of something else.
+
+At last, just as they had reached the lake, he turned to his master and
+said, earnestly,--
+
+"Squire, one year ago I was as great a drunkard as Jerrold. I was going
+right straight to ruin, when my old mother came to live with me. She
+begged and begged me to take a pledge never to taste spirits again; and
+at last I yielded to her, and since that I've airned enough to support
+my family and buy these oxen.
+
+"Now, Squire, I didn't think of religion till I see how it worked with
+you. If I didn't think your religion was the out-and-out Bible kind, I'd
+never ask you the question I'm going to now.
+
+"If mother can persuade Jerrold to take the pledge as I did, and knock
+off drinkin' and swearin', will you take him back?"
+
+"With all my heart, Tom; and any help I or my wife can give your mother
+in such a good work, we'll do it with the greatest pleasure."
+
+"Come up, Bright, gee;" began Tom, wiping his eye with his shirt sleeve,
+when he suddenly turned round again, and said, fervently,--
+
+"There's a good many Oxford people, Squire Curtis, are praying that your
+wife's life and yours may be spared to us, to be a blessing to the whole
+town."
+
+Tom drew his load of small stones and rubbish close to the edge of a
+ditch about twenty-two feet wide and two feet deep, when he stopped the
+oxen and threw the stones in.
+
+The Irishmen who had dug the cellar, were working away; and the two men
+with the oxen had as much as they could do to fill the trench as fast as
+it was dug.
+
+Jerry came forward looking so clean and neat Bertie scarcely knew him.
+
+"I've brought my donkey," he said; "but if you don't mind I should like
+to ask papa about the trench before we go to ride."
+
+Jerry looked quite satisfied but did not dare to speak. So his father
+answered for him,--
+
+"He's in no hurry, I'm sure, Master Bertie. But he's too shamefaced to
+talk much before strangers. If he takes you to see his tame squirrels,
+or the mice he's taught to eat out of his hand, his tongue will move
+fast enough, I reckon."
+
+"I don't see, papa," said Bertie, "what is the use of digging out the
+earth and filling it right up again."
+
+"I am filling it with stones, my dear, so that the water, when it
+rains, will drain through and keep the walk dry."
+
+"But, papa, horses can't walk on those rough stones."
+
+"Of course not. I intend to cover them with coarse gravel, and then on
+the top put a dressing of broken oyster shells mixed with small stones
+from the beach. These will gradually work down till the avenue is as
+hard as a brick."
+
+"I understand now, papa, what a trench is."
+
+"And how to make a cellar?" added papa, laughing.
+
+"Yes, sir; I know the earth has to be dug out and carried off, and a
+wall made, and pointed with cement, which grows very hard, so that the
+underpinning which you bought can lie on the top of it; but I don't know
+how the wood is fastened on."
+
+"That is the carpenter's job," answered his father; "we shall come to
+that by and by."
+
+
+
+
+
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