A Happy Home 69 
for a little while in his life with great people he 
sought his humble lodging behind the cook-stove 
and took a nap. 
One of my favorite places used to be on top of 
the wash-stand in the bath-room. One day after 
Guy had finished washing he left the water running 
just a little tiny stream into the wash-bowl. I 
thought it was a string, and in trying to catch it I 
fell, and in an instant I was flat on my back in the 
bottom of the bowl. I struggled to get on my feet 
again, but it was of no use ; the side of the bowl 
was so smooth, there was nothing that I could get 
hold of to pull myself up on, and Guy just stood 
there laughing, and calling everybody in the house 
to come and see the plight I was in. At last when 
he had had all the fun he wanted at my expense, he 
pulled me out, and I have steered clear of wash- 
bowls ever since. 
One of our dearest sports during those mirth- 
ful days was playing hide-and-seek behind the 
portieres, and chasing each other from one room 
into the other. But the race was usually of short 
duration, for first thing we knew we were all in a 
heap in the middle of the floor, and we were gen- 
erally in the midst of our frolic when the horrid 
