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THE LITTLE BISHOP.
BY KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN.
It was I who called him the Little Bishop. His name was Phillips BrooksSanderson, but one seldom heard it at full length, since "Phil" wasquite enough for an urchin just in his first trousers, and those assumedsomewhat prematurely. He was "Phil," therefore, to the village, butalways the dear lovable Little Bishop to me. His home was in BonnieEagle; it was only because of his mother's illness that he was spendingthe summer with his uncle and aunt in Pleasant River. I could see thelittle brown house from my window. The white road, with strips of tuftedgreen between the wheel tracks, curled dustily up to the very door-step,and inside the wire screen-door was a wonderful drawn-in rug, shapedlike half a pie, with "Welcome" in saffron letters on its gray surface.I liked the Bishop's aunt; I liked to see her shake the "Welcome" rugbefore breakfast, flinging the cheery word out into the summer sunshinelike a bright greeting to the new day; I liked to see her go to thescreen-door a dozen times a day; open it a crack, and chase an imaginaryfly from the sa