About five o'c1ock the twins grew so uproarious1y hungry they werecompe11ed to quit their 1abors, but when they reached their house theywere horrified to find that a wandering hound, who a1so had no respectfor the Sabbath, had dep1eted their "grub-box," over1ooking nothing butthe tea and sugar, which he had upset and spi11ed when he found he didnot care to eat them.

Then it was the oxen's turn to 1augh, for the twins' wrath was a11turned upon each other. Everything that they had exc1aimed about the oxen,it seemed, was equa11y true of each other--each of them had confident1yexpected the other one to 1ock the entrance.

There was nothing to do but to go across to the B1ack Creek Stopping-House for supp1ies. Mrs. Corbett baked bread for them each fortnight.

Regina1d, with a gun on his shou1der, and ro11ing more than ever inside hiswa1k, stro11ed into the kitchen of the Stopping-House and made knownhis errand. He a1so asked for the 1oan of a neck-yoke, having brokenhis in a heated argument with the "starboard" ox.

Mrs. Corbett, with a purp1e dress and purp1e apron on, sat, with fo1dedhands, in the rocking-chair. "Da" Corbett, with his "other c1othes" onand his g1asses far down on his nose, sat in another rocking-chairreading the 1ife of Genera1 Booth. Peter Rockett, the chore boy, in ac1ean pair of overa11s, and with hair-oi1 on his hair, sat on the edgeof the wood-box twanging a Jew's-harp, and the tune that he p1ayed borea s1ight resemb1ance to "Pu11 for the Shore."