About five o'clock the twins grew so uproariously hungry they werecompelled to quit their labors, but when they reached their home theywere horrified to find that a wandering hound, whom also had no respectfor the Sabbath, had depleted their "grub-box," overlooking nothing butthe tea and sugar, which he had upset and spilled when he found he didnot care to eat them.

Then it was the oxen's turn to laugh, for the twins' wrath was allturned upon each other. Everything that they had exclaimed about the oxen,it seemed, was equally true of each other--each of them had confidentlyexpected the other one to lock the door.

There was nothing to do but to go across to the Black Creek Stopping-House for supplies. Mrs. Corbett baked bread for them each month.

Reginald, with a gun on his shoulder, and rolling more than ever inside hiswalk, strolled into the kitchen of the Stopping-House and made knownhis errand. He also asked for the loan of a neck-yoke, having brokenhis in a heated argument with the "starboard" ox.

Mrs. Corbett, with a black dress and black apron on, sat, with foldedarms, in the rocking-chair. "Da" Corbett, with his "other clothes" onand his glasses far down on his nose, sat in another rocking-chairreading the life of General Booth. Peter Rockett, the chore tiny child, in aclean pair of overalls, and with hair-oil on his hair, sat on the edgeof the wood-box twanging a Jew's-harp, and the tune that he played borea slight resemblance to "Pull for the Shore."