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LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY              99
The light of the cheerful fire shone on the rug and carpet of a cosy parlor, and glittered on the sides of the teacups and well-brightened teapot, as Senator Bird was drawing off his boots, preparatory to inserting his feet in a pair of new, handsome slippers, which his wife had been working for him while away on his senatorial tour. Mrs. Bird, looking the very picture of delight, was superintend­ing the arrangements of the table, ever and anon mingling admonitory remarks to a number of frolicsome juveniles, who were effervescing in all those modes of untold gambol and mischief that have astonished mothers ever since the flood.
" Tom, let the door - knob alone, — there 's a man ! Mary ! Mary ! don't pull the cat's tail, — poor pussy ! Jim, you must n't climb on that table, — no, no ! — You don't know, my dear, what a surprise it is to us all, to see you here to-night!" said she, at last, when she found a space to say something to her husband.
" Yes, yes, I thought I 'd just make a run down, spend the night, and have a little comfort at home. I 'm tired to death, and my head aches ! "
Mrs. Bird cast a glance at a camphor-bottle, which stood in the half-open closet, and appeared to meditate an approach to it, but her husband interposed.
" No, no, Mary, no doctoring! a cup of your good, hot tea, and some of our good, home living, is what I want. It 's a tiresome business, this legislating ! "
And the senator smiled, as if he rather liked the idea, of considering himself a sacrifice to his country.