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'em and put 'em in again, spitting and yowling like fury.”

β€œWas she good to them?” asked Demi, with a hearty child's laugh, pleasant to hear.

β€œGuess she was. Poor old soul! she took in all the lost and sick cats in the town; and when anybody wanted one they went to Marm Webber, and she let 'em pick any kind and color they wanted, and only asked ninepence, she was glad to have her pussies get a good home.”

β€œI should like to see Marm Webber. Could I, if I went to that place?”

β€œShe's dead. All my folks are,” said Dan, briefly.

β€œI'm sorry;” and Demi sat silent a minute, wondering what subject would be safe to try next. He felt delicate about speaking of the departed lady, but was very curious about the cats, and could not resist asking softly,

β€œDid she cure the sick ones?”

β€œSometimes. One had a broken leg, and she tied it up to a stick, and it got well; and another had fits, and she doctored it with yarbs till it was cured. But some of 'em died, and she buried 'em; and when they couldn't get well, she killed 'em easy.”

β€œHow?” asked Demi, feeling that there was a peculiar charm about this old woman, and some sort of joke about the cats, because Dan was smiling to himself.

β€œA kind lady, who was fond of cats, told her how, and gave her some stuff, and sent all her own pussies to be killed that way. Marm used to put a sponge wet with ether, in the bottom of an old boot, then poke puss in head downwards. The ether put her to sleep in a jiffy, and she was drowned in warm water before she woke up.”

β€œI hope the cats didn't feel it. I shall tell Daisy about that. You have known a great many interesting things, haven't you?” asked Demi, and fell to meditating on the vast experience of a boy who had run away more than once, and taken care of himself in a big city.

β€œWish I hadn't sometimes.”

β€œWhy? Don't remembering them feel good?”

β€œNo.”

β€œIt's very singular how hard it is to manage your mind,” said Demi, clasping his hands round his knees, and looking up at the sky as if for information upon his favorite topic.

β€œDevilish hard no, I don't mean that;” and Dan bit his lips, for the forbidden word slipped out in spite of him, and he wanted to be more careful with Demi than with any of the other boys.

β€œI'll play I didn't hear it,” said Demi; β€œand you won't do it again, I'm sure.”

β€œNot if I can help it. That's one of the things I don't want to remember. I keep pegging away, but it don't seem to do much good;” and Dan looked discouraged.

β€œYes, it does. You don't say half so many bad words as you used to; and Aunt Jo is pleased, because she said it was a hard habit to break up.”

β€œDid she?” and Dan cheered up a bit.

β€œYou must put swearing away in your fault-drawer, and lock it up; that's the way I do with my badness.”

β€œWhat do you mean?” asked Dan, looking as if he found Demi almost as amusing as a new sort of cockchafer or beetle.

β€œWell, it's one of my private plays, and I'll tell you, but I think you'll laugh at it,” began Demi, glad to hold forth on this congenial subject. β€œI play that my mind is a round room, and my soul is a little sort of creature with wings that lives in it. The walls are full of shelves and drawers, and in them I keep my thoughts, and my goodness and badness, and all sorts of things. The goods I keep where I can see them, and the bads I lock up tight, but they get out, and I have to keep putting them in and squeezing them down, they are so strong. The thoughts I play with when I am alone or in bed, and I make up and do what I like with them. Every Sunday I put my room in order, and talk with the little spirit that lives there, and tell him what to do. He is very bad sometimes, and won't mind me, and I have to scold him, and take him to Grandpa. He always makes him behave, and be sorry for his faults, because Grandpa likes this play, and gives me nice things to put in the drawers, and tells me how to shut up the naughties. Hadn't you better try that way? It's a very good one;” and Demi looked so earnest and full of faith, that Dan did not laugh at his quaint fancy, but said, soberly,

β€œI don't think there is a lock strong enough to keep my badness shut up. Any way my room is in such a clutter I don't know how to clear it up.”

β€œYou keep your drawers in the cabinet all spandy nice; why can't you do the others?”

β€œI ain't used to it. Will you show me how?” and Dan looked as if inclined to try Demi's childish way of keeping a soul in order.

β€œI'd love to, but I don't know how, except to talk as Grandpa does. I can't do it good like him, but I'll try.”

β€œDon't tell any one; only now and then we'll come here and talk things over, and I'll pay you for it by telling all I know about my sort of things. Will that do?” and Dan held out his big, rough hand.

Demi gave his smooth, little hand readily, and the league was made; for in the happy, peaceful world where the younger boy lived, lions and lambs played together, and little children innocently taught their elders.

β€œHush!” said Dan, pointing toward the house, as Demi was about to indulge in another discourse on the best way of getting badness down, and keeping it down; and peeping from their perch, they saw Mrs. Jo strolling slowly along, reading as she went, while Teddy trotted behind her, dragging a little cart upside down.

β€œWait till they see us,” whispered Demi, and both sat still as the pair came nearer, Mrs. Jo so absorbed in her book that she would have walked into the brook if Teddy had not stopped her by saying,

β€œMarmar, I wanter fis.”

Mrs. Jo put down the charming book which she had been trying to read for a week, and looked about her for a fishing-pole, being used to making toys out of nothing. Before she had broken one from the hedge, a slender willow bough fell at her feet; and, looking up, she saw the boys laughing in the nest.

β€œUp! up!” cried Teddy, stretching his arms and flapping his skirts as if about to fly.

β€œI'll come down and you come up. I must go to Daisy now;” and Demi departed to rehearse the tale of the nineteen cats, with the exciting boot-and-barrel episodes.

Teddy was speedily whisked up; and then Dan said, laughing, β€œCome, too; there's plenty of room. I'll lend you a hand.”

Mrs. Jo glanced over her shoulder, but no one was in sight; and rather liking the joke of the thing, she laughed back, saying, β€œWell, if you won't mention it, I think I will;” and with two nimble steps was in the willow.

β€œI haven't climbed a tree since I was married. I used to be very fond of it when I was a girl,” she said, looking well-pleased with her shady perch.

β€œNow, you read if you want to, and I'll take care of Teddy,” proposed Dan, beginning to make a fishing-rod for impatient Baby.

β€œI don't think I care about it now. What were you and Demi at up here?” asked Mrs. Jo, thinking, from the sober look on Dan's face, that he had something on his mind.

β€œOh! we were talking. I'd been telling him about leaves and things, and he was telling me some of his queer plays. Now, then, Major, fish away;” and Dan finished off his work by putting a big blue fly on the bent pin which hung at the end of the cord he had tied to the willow-rod.

Teddy leaned down from the tree, and was soon wrapt up in watching for the fish which he felt sure would come. Dan held him by his little petticoats, lest he should take a β€œheader” into the brook, and Mrs. Jo soon won him to talk by doing so herself.

β€œI am so glad you told Demi about 'leaves and things;' it is just what he needs; and I wish you would teach him, and take him to walk with you.”

β€œI'd like to, he is so bright; but—”

β€œBut what?”

β€œI didn't think you'd trust me.”

β€œWhy not?”

β€œWell, Demi is so kind of precious, and so good, and I'm such a bad lot, I thought you'd keep him away from me.”

β€œBut you are not a 'bad lot,' as you say; and I do trust you, Dan, entirely, because you honestly try to improve, and do better and better every week.”

β€œReally?” and Dan looked up at her with the cloud of despondency lifting from his face.

β€œYes; don't you feel it?”

β€œI hoped so, but I didn't know.”

β€œI have been waiting and watching quietly, for I thought I'd give you a good trial first; and if you stood it, I would give you the best reward I had. You have stood it well; and now I'm going to trust not only Demi, but my own boy, to you, because you can teach them some things better than any of us.”

β€œCan I?” and Dan looked amazed at the idea.

β€œDemi has lived among older people so much that he needs just what you have knowledge of common things, strength, and courage. He thinks you are the bravest boy he ever saw, and admires your strong way of doing things. Then you know a great deal about natural objects, and can tell him more wonderful tales of birds, and bees, and leaves, and animals, than his story-books give him; and, being true, these stories will teach and do him good. Don't you see now how much you can help him, and why I like to have him with you?”

β€œBut I swear sometimes, and might tell him something wrong. I wouldn't mean to, but it might slip out, just as 'devil' did a few minutes ago,” said Dan, anxious to do his duty, and let her know his shortcomings.

β€œI know you try not to say or do any thing to harm the little fellow, and here is where I think Demi will help you, because he is so innocent and wise in his small way, and has what I am trying to give you, dear, good principles. It is never too early to try and plant them in a child, and never too late to cultivate them in the most neglected person. You are only boys yet; you can teach one another. Demi will unconsciously strengthen your moral sense, you will strengthen his common sense, and I shall feel as if I had helped you both.”

Words could not express how pleased and touched Dan was by this confidence and praise. No one had ever trusted him before, no one had cared to find out and foster the good in him, and no one had suspected how much there was hidden away in the breast of the neglected boy, going fast to ruin, yet quick to feel and value sympathy and help. No honor that he might earn hereafter would ever be half so precious as the right to teach his few virtues and small store of learning to the child whom he most respected; and no more powerful restraint could have been imposed upon him than the innocent companion confided to his care. He found courage now to tell Mrs. Jo of the plan already made with Demi, and she was glad that the first step had been so naturally taken. Every thing seemed to be working well for Dan, and she rejoiced over him, because it had seemed

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