The Pearl of Peace: or, The Little Peacemaker. Leslie Madeline

was a holiday. She felt quite sure there would be no play for her, and was resolved to show her displeasure at once.

      She threw her pile of books into a chair, tossed her hat on another, and, passing through the common sitting-room, asked in a complaining tone, —

      "Isn't dinner most ready?"

      "Oh, Matilda!" said her mother, "you're just in time; run back as quick as you can to the store, and ask Mr. Pratt to cut you a thick slice of ham. Your father will be home in ten minutes, and be angry if dinner isn't ready. There, catch up your hat, and run quick."

      "It's always the way," pouted Matilda, snatching the plate her mother held toward her. "I wanted to eat my dinner, and go nutting; but I never can do any thing."

      She did not hurry in the least; but, just outside the gate, met her two brothers, who were quarreling about a jack-knife, one of them had found.

      Instead of trying to make peace, she entered into the quarrel, and soon had both of them railing at her.

      When her father came from his toil, hungry and impatient for his dinner, his wife was fretting; and his daughter nowhere in sight.

      CHAPTER III

      HATTY'S PEACEFUL HOME

      NOW, let us follow Hatty as she ran gayly up the narrow lane toward her humble home. The brook, she loved so well, tumbled on over the stones and pebbles at her side, dancing and sparkling in the sunlight, as happy as she.

      "Oh, how pretty these everlastings are!" she said to herself, stopping to take a nearer view of the late fall flowers; and there's dear Esther sitting at her sewing.

      "Am I late?" she asked, running into their one room, which served for parlor, sitting-room and kitchen.

      "Oh, no, dear!"

      There was an affectionate kiss between the two sisters, and then Hatty, after hanging up her school hat and sack, laid some fresh sticks into the stove, filled the tea-kettle, and put some potatoes already washed into the oven to bake. Then she proceeded to lay on a cloth very coarse, but white as snow; and to set out the common plates they used, her tongue running merrily all the while.