much, nor that he has appreciated me very much—till now."
Obed Probasco's hobbling entrance for supper and a new study of the weather saved Touchtone's answer to a statement that it struck him came peculiarly near to the truth, and to a very common state of matters between near relatives.
They rambled over the old farm-house, the wind roaring and the rain dashing about the eaves and windows. Philip possesses to-day a substantial reminder of this exploring, in the shape of a bright copper warming-pan, one of two that had belonged to "Grandmother Probasco," which now hangs in restored glory in a place far from that dusky nook it occupied for so many years. The discovery of a rat in the wainscot of the kitchen, within convenient range of the dresser where Mrs. Probasco was accustomed to stand her hot bread and pies, gave occupation to all the household, including Towzer ("You will call that dog Towzer when you know his real name's Jock," frequently remonstrated Mrs. Probasco) for a while the second afternoon. In the evening Obed took to telling tales of a certain uncle of his who had
