she was the kind of person to creep into the room after one had gone to bed, bringing one short-cake.
"I don't like Eppie so much this morning, do you?" Roy whispered to Willie, as they went in to breakfast, after the minister had read a psalm and some prayers.
"No," replied his brother. "She's got a sort of look as if she was sorry she was so nice to us last night."
Their uncle was very silent at the table, and Eppie, stern and red-faced from stooping over the kitchen fire, came and went about the room, without taking the least notice of them. The boys hated oatmeal, but it seemed to be all the breakfast they were to have at the Manse. Oatmeal and new milk, which was given them in bowls of generous size. They had been taught that most valuable lesson—never to ask for anything not on the table; and to take what was offered without
