lyo LITTLE LORD FAUNTLEROY.
When Dick came they began to read it. It was a very wonderful and exciting book, and the scene was laid in the reign of the famous English queen who is called by some people Bloody Mary. And as Mr. Hobbs heard of Queen Mary's deeds and the habit she had of chopping people's heads off, putting them to the torture, and burning them alive, he became very much excited. He took his pipe out of his mouth and stared at Dick, and at last he was obliged to mop the perspiration from his brow with his red pocket handkerchief.
"Why, he aint safe!" he said. " He aint safe! If the women folks can sit up on their thrones an' give the word for things like that to be done, who 's to know what 's happening to him this very minute? He 's no more safe than nothing! Just let a woman like that get mad, an' no one 's safe !"
" Well," said Dick, though he looked rather anxious himself; "ye see this 'ere un is n't the one that 's bossin' things now. I know her name 's Victory, an' this un here in the book, her name 's Mary."
" So it is," said Mr. Hobbs, still mopping his forehead ; "so it is. An' the newspapers are not sayin' anything about any racks, thumbscrews, or stake-burnin's,— but still it does n't seem as if 't was safe for him over there with those queer folks. Why, they tell me they don't keep the Fourth o' July !"
He was privately uneasy for several days; and it was not until he received Fauntleroy's letter and had read it several times, both to himself and to Dick, and had also read the letter Dick ofot about the same time, that he became composed again.
But they both found great pleasure in their letters. They read and re-read them, and talked them over and enjoyed every word of them. And they spent days over the answers they sent, and read them over almost as often as the letters they had received.
It was rather a labor for Dick to write his. All his knowledge of reading and writing he had gained during a few months, when he