every other day to shew him, he
will be very much pleased, I know."
Reuben, as may be supposed, could not make a suitable reply to this;
for all he understood about it was, that Marten was going out with him
instead of staying at home to do that troublesome Latin. So Reuben was
pleased and Marten was thoughtless, and out together they went and
enjoyed themselves not a little, in the pleasant autumn weather.
Thus hours passed on, and the third day brought a letter from Mrs.
Mortimer, which was not quite satisfactory, for it said that the business
which took her and her husband from home could not be easily settled,
and they feared they would be detained a whole fortnight at Portsmouth.
Mrs. Mortimer, however, was not uneasy about her boys, for she knew
that the servants, with whom she had left them, were quiet steady
persons, who would not allow them to do what was wrong without
speaking to them; and then Reuben was such an universal favourite,
that she felt sure no one would be wilfully unkind to him. But above all,
Mrs. Mortimer trusted her children with Him who "knoweth our frame
and remembereth we are but dust." Psal. ciii. 14.
Mrs. Mortimer had been absent about a week, and Marten was still in
ignorance of the weakness of human nature, at least as far as he was
himself personally concerned, when one morning Reuben came running
to him in great distress, to say that the doves were missing--his
mamma's own pretty birds that she loved so much; and Reuben, whose
tears were somewhat too ready, began to cry, for he feared, poor child,
the cat had eaten them, or some other misfortune equally distressing
had befallen them.
"Was the door of the aviary open?" asked Marten. "Are you sure it was
open, Reuben? or did you open it yourself?"
"It was open," said Reuben, "wide, wide open--so wide, Marten;" and
he made his brother understand that he had gone inside without stirring
it the least little bit.
"It was open, you say," replied the elder boy, "but how could that be?
You or some one have been careless, very careless, Reuben; for it is
certain the birds could not open it for themselves." Reuben was about
to cry again, but Marten soothed him, for all at once Marten
remembered that the careless--very careless person was none other than
himself; for on the day before, whilst Reuben was sweeping out the
aviary, Marten had called him hurriedly, and though the child had once
proposed to return, his brother had kept him by his side for some
trifling purpose, and so they had both forgotten the aviary door was
open. However, the doves were gone, and they must be reclaimed, if
alive, but if dead--what a sad story would there be for Mrs. Mortimer.
So the books were put by, and the two boys went out in search of the
birds, and Reuben, who understood their ways, took the precaution to
carry with him the box in which their food was usually placed. On this
occasion there was a nice piece of cake put into the box, which was to
be crumbled for the doves, and Reuben knew that they liked cake as
well as he did himself, and more especially the kind of cake which
cook had given him.
Have you ever heard of a person who it is said once looked for a needle
in a pottle of hay? for if so, you may picture to yourself the feelings of
Marten when he started to find the ringdoves. But perhaps you will say,
anyhow, the needle would lie still, unless the man who was searching
for it should shake the straw too roughly, and throw it out, therefore the
space of its concealment, being a limited space, supposing the pottle
the very largest ever made, there would be a chance in time of its
discovery, but not so the case of the birds. They had wings to fly with,
and miles of lovely blue sky to fly through, and green branches to rest
on, and harvest fields to alight in, that is if they were in the land of the
living; but, perhaps, after all, mistress pussy had destroyed them, and
their pretty feathers, perhaps their only relics left, might be so scattered
by the wind, that already they might be yards and yards separated from
each other. With these sad forebodings clouding his brow, Marten set
off with Reuben on his search, feeling that it was a hopeless one, and
not one word did the boy utter to all Reuben's lamentations as they
crossed the meadow which was spread in front of their house towards a
little wood, which was the home of many
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