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' Go to bed, when you are told to,' he said. ' Obedience was a virtue greatly prized by those grand old Romans.' ' Out of the mouth of babes—' murmured Susan Lepage, gently. For some reason this observation appeared to incense her husband. ' Ten thousand plagues!' he burst out vehemently. ' Twenty thousand cut-throat Prussians ! This is a conspiracy. Can I not stay at home when I please ? Can I not sit peaceably in my own kitchen, without cabals and flagrant acts of insubordination ? The rights of a husband and father are supreme and without limit, I tell you—read the domestic history of the ancient Romans.' Susan Lepage waited till her husband had finished speaking ; and then taking poor, frightened, little Peter by the hand, she said calmly :— ' Do not trouble your father any more, my child. He has his reasons for remaining at home, and doubtless they are good ones.' Perhaps it was a dream—for Peter was very tired 'GO TO BED WHEN YOU ARE TOLD.' t 34- and sleepy, and it came to him when he was snugly tucked up in his little bed, just before his mother put out the candle and left him alone with a faint glimmer of starlight coming in at the uncurtained window at the end of the room. Perhaps it was a dream ; but certainly he seemed to hear Master Lepage's voice saying softly :— ' Forgive me, my wife. I was over hasty. Your path appears to lie in one direction and mine in another, at present ; but let us both be tolerant. Who knows but that they may yet meet in the end!' Then someone stooped down over the little boy's bed and kissed him. Yes, it must have been his father, for on his forehead he felt the rough scrape of a thick moustache. CHAPTER III.WHICH IMPROVES OUR ACQUAINTANCE WITH THE GRASS- HOPPER MAN. AM going to Nullepart on Sunday,...
