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brothers and sisters, and the mere mention
of his name stopped many an angry word,
and bridged over countless quarrels the
moment they began. In due season Pax
took up his abode with a newly-married
couple in the Little House, and there, as
may be understood, his sometime little
master’s name was as that of a household
god. Long after Fax lay buried among
the roots of the twin sister Poplars, those
cver-rustling kindly gossips bent down, as
far as their stiffening backs would let
them, to bid cordial welcome to another
little boy who was lucky enough to call the
sister of these pages mother, and her lover
—for he was one of those who was more
than ever lover as husband—father*
But though this little person was, by
an admiring crowd that included grand
parents, mother and father, of course,
uncles, aunts, cousins, relatives in all
degrees, and a tremendous conclave of
friends, declared to be the finest specimen
of humanity ever born into this world, he