CHAPTER III 



" I SCAN the whole broad earth around 



For that one heart which, leal and true, 

 Bears friendship without end or bound, 



And find the prize in you. 

 I trust you as I trust the stars; 



Nor cruel loss, nor scoff of pride, 

 Nor beggary, nor dungeon bars, 

 Can move you from my side!" 



JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND. 



THE next Sunday morning I 

 jumped out of bed when I heard 

 a little boy crying, far away down 

 the street, "Sunday Herald! Sunday 

 Globe!" I wiggled my way through the 

 flowers in the bay, and barked in a high, 

 singing key, "Ou-i' -- ou-i' -- ou-i'," and 

 spatted my little fore feet on the window- 

 glass at the boy, just appearing with his 

 Billy-goat, dragging a little wooden box on 

 wheels, piled high with papers. 



I did this because, the Sunday before, 

 papa had jumped up hurriedly and rapped 

 on the glass at the boy when he heard him 

 calling. He had raised the window and 



