Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 How the doctor was paid
 Julian's one valentine
 Louis's little joke
 How the boys fooled Uncle...
 Susie Kingman's decision
 A debt of years
 A happy thought
 Sammy's turkey
 Why the doll's name was never...
 Back Cover

Group Title: Stories for all the year : for boys and girls
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
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    Front Matter
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    Title Page
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    Table of Contents
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    List of Illustrations
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    How the doctor was paid
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    Julian's one valentine
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    How the boys fooled Uncle Budge
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    A debt of years
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Louis's Little Joke Frontispiece
Ornamental border Contents
"Two dollars a visit cried Dot, in dismay 15
The little fingers never did better work 20
"Eleven hundred," said Dot, tearfully 23
" Remember / I could not forget 30
"The Princess,-my Princess 37
"Let me see it, Esther /" 44
He slid it off and out of the little cellar-window 50
"He's going, Karl, as sure as I'm alive 63
Ile passed by the side gate 67
The May Queen 75
" Only ten minutes left me" 85
The pretty pony was carrying the young girls along
at an easy gait 95
Until it had burned entirely away 115
"What are the fellows shouting? .118


" What a looking room / 125
" The game is to do it as well and as quickly as you
can". 129
Mamma came to the sitting-room door 132
Bobby was bracing himself against the shovel 39
"With all these young eyes it ought to be found 143
Sammy's Turkey. (Tail-piece) 147
"I believe it 's something from Aunt Margaret" 155
They asked for the West road 61
"She'll see the doll and know it's our house" 165

abow the doctorr was Vaib


"Two dollars a visit !" cried Dot in dismay, forgetting
entirely that she had come to look for a spool of No. 40
in Mamma's drawer, and opening her brown eyes wider and
wider as she read the heading of an old bill of Dr. Cogswell's.
"Two dollars a visit!" she repeated. Oh, why does n't
Donnie get well? And where is all the money to come
from ?" she asked herself, sadly. We will get very poor,"
continued Dot, shaking her little head slowly over the bill.
After thinking awhile, she slipped the paper in her pocket
and went down-stairs.
Mamma and Sister Margie were sewing. Dot went quietly
to Mrs. Ledyard and whispered:
"We '11 feel very poor afterward, won't we, Mamma?"
Mamma smiled-a sad smile, Dot.thought-as she re-
plied: "You're better at guessing than we supposed. Now,


why don't you take your trimming, little daughter, and go
into the library ? There 's a nice fire on the hearth, and you
can work away like a bee. We '11 need it soon, you know,"
added Mamma, for Dot was rather inclined to dream when
she was alone.
"We '11 need it soon," repeated Dot, as she climbed up
into the big library chair. We 'll need it soon. Oh, why
did n't they tell me Why did they leave me to find it out
for myself? I might have worked yards and yards by this
time, and sold them for ever so much, but I supposed it was
just to give me something to do, and I 've sometimes not
done more than one scallop in a whole afternoon," confessed
Dot, as she made her little ivory needle- fly in and out of her
work, as if any one could ever make up for time wasted.
"And to think I never once thought that Mamma and
Sister Margie were making those things to sell, nor how
much 't was costing to have the doctor coming every day,
and sometimes twice a day., Poor Donnie! Perhaps he 's
worse than they tell me. Perhaps," and there was a great
lump in her throat, "he 's going to die, and they are leaving
me to find that out." Two great tears rolled slowly down
the pretty, round cheeks. But why, then, do they keep
a-tellin' me he 's better?" The tears had dropped on the
crochet trimming, and two more were following in their
Tom went into the barn to clean his gun. Dot saw him.



I '11 ask him," she decided, as she put her work hurriedly
in a little silk handkerchief, and started with it for the barn.
He won't tease me when he knows how badly I feel."
It was a very sad little face that peered in at the barn-
Halloo was Tom's greeting. Been crying?"
Yes," admitted Dot, in a voice that could leave no doubt
of it in any one's mind.
What 's up ? continued Tom, as he rubbed away at his
gun. "Want any help ?"
Oh, yes, Tom; that's just what I've come for. Won't
you talk real sober with me ?"
Nary a smile from me," said Tom. Then, glancing side-
long at the little face in the doorway, he added, Come in
and state your case. Here's a seat on the hay," as he lifted
her gently upon a pile he had just brought down for the
horses. There are you cold ? "
"Not a bit," said Dot, smiling thankfully. "I have
brought my cloak."
All right, then; go ahead," said Tom, cheerfully.
"Well, you know, Tom," began Dot, in her sweet, timid
voice; "there's a secret. in there," pointing toward the
house, and I never found it out till this morning."
"So you found it out, did you? Well, I told 'em you
I would n't, but for the bill."


"You wouldn't what?" asked Tom, who was rubbing
away again.
I '11 tell you about that afterward. When I went into
the sitting-room, Mamma and Sister Margie were sewing."
That certainly did n't surprise you !" laughed Tom.
"0 Tom! how can you make fun of it all? Mamma
looked just ready to cry, and-oh, oh, oh, what can we ever
do about it !" as she threw herself face downward on the
hay, and sobbed as though her little heart would break, while
Tom stood by in speechless astonishment, wondering why
the words Two dollars a visit" seemed mingled with her
"Does she know, after all?" he asked himself. I
must n't forget my promise to mother, but I must give the
child some comfort," as he went over toward the little blue
cloak on the hay.
"Come, Dot," said he, tenderly. Don't cry. You
have n't told me yet what the matter is. Now we'll sit
right up here, while you tell Tom all about it."
After a while, Dot managed to say :
Does n't Dr. Cogswell charge people who are ill two
dollars every time he goes to see them ? "
Something like that, I believe," answered Tom, won-
"It's exactly that," said Dot, feeling for the bill. 0
Tom, we must owe him hundreds of dollars "


There was a queer look in Tom's eyes.
I suppose we do," he said.
But have we got the money to pay him ?" questioned
Dot, the brown eyes swimming again.
No, I don't believe we have."
Then, what are we going to do ?" said Dot, with another
There, Dot," said Tom, soothingly. Don't be so fool-
ish as to cry. It's all coming out right. I can't tell you
now just how, but take my word for it."
"Tom," called Mrs. Ledyard, they're all waiting for
The boys have come, Dot," said Tom, giving her a hasty
kiss. Now, remember not to worry. It's coming out all
Dot sat a long time on the hay.
Tom always thinks everything's going to come out all
right," she said, determined to be miserable. He does n't
know anything about money. Margie says so, and I know
myself he does n't, 'cause I once owed him five cents for
weeks, and when I went to pay him, he 'd forgotten all about
it, and said I must have dreamed it. He 's gone off now to
sleigh-ride and does n't care how hard we're all working, "
and the little needle flew faster than ever. I just know he
thinks Dr. Cogswell is n't going to charge, but he is, for
here 's one bill and he 's probably got another all ready."


He could just as well not charge," she went on, "for
Jessie Pelton told me he was ever 'n' ever so rich, and that
he 's got a house in the city even prettier than this. But
how could one be ? she
wondered. "How could
any room be lovelier than
l l. the one Mrs. Crane took
Jessie and me into the other
day ?-the little one with
the window looking on the
lake, and the little bed with
curtains and everything
blue, carpet and all. Dr.
Cogswell calls it his little
sister's room, and she 's
coming in the spring."
The little fingers never
did better work than that
WORK. day, for Mamma would n't
have told me they needed it if they did n't," Dot kept assur-
ing herself. "Tom just wanted to comfort me. He does n't
know how hard they 're working' and cryin'."
That night, Dot added to her prayer the words, 0 God,
please don't let it be more than we can pay."
Let what ? asked Mamma, as she tucked her in bed.
The doctor's bill," whispered Dot, her arms very tight
about Mrs. Ledyard's neck.


Mrs. Ledyard smiled. She thought Dot was half asleep,
so she tiptoed quietly down-stairs to the library, and there
found Tom telling Margie about Dot's trouble.
The young doctor must have been there too, or heard of
it in some way, for he happened in the next morning soon
after breakfast, and the first thing he said was :
I 'm going to have my bill settled to-day, little Miss
Dot," as with quite a grave face he took out his memoranda.
Let me see," he mused, I began coming in May. Two
visits a day, till-why, it 's nearly Christmas, is n't it ? Now,
how much should you think it would come to ?"
Hundreds said poor little Dot, faintly.
We want to be business-like," said Dr. Cogswell; sup-
pose you get your slate and figure it."
Dot ran. He is n't going to let us off a penny," she
Now, let us do a little sum in arithmetic," said the doctor.
"What does M. stand for?"
One thousand," said staggered little Dot, pushing the
crochet-work way down in her pocket.
"Very good," said the doctor. "Now, what does C.
stand for ?"
One hundred," said Dot, trying to be brave.
And altogether?" was the next question.
Eleven hundred," said Dot, tearfully.
H'm," coughed Dr. Cogswell. Now, can you think of
anything else they might stand for ?"


No, sir," said Dot.
Why yes, you can, Dot," cried Donald, who had just
been wheeled into the room. M. C.! clapping his hands,
" Merry Christmas, don't you see?"
Dot smiled.
Then there is n't any bill ?" she asked Tom.
"Nary a bill," said Tom; "but can't you think of any-
thing else the letters might stand for? "
No," said happy, stupid little Dot.
I can," cried Don, catching sight of some glances being
exchanged, and Margie's pretty cheeks aglow. Margie
Cogswell! "
Then they all laughed, and the doctor caught Dot up and
set her on his shoulder, and pranced with her into the cozy
sitting-room. Pretty soon Don was wheeled into the sunny
bay-window, and there they all sat the rest of the morning.
Dot had to submit to a good deal of teasing, but she was
very happy notwithstanding, and wrote in her diary that
night, in such big letters that she went right over two or
three of the following days:
The doctor was n't coming to see Donnie, after all, and
there was 't any bill. I am going to be bridesmaid and wear
white. There is n't any little sister but me, and I'm going
to have the little blue room, whenever I want to go there to


- -- L


auuianz Ontc Valentiue



It was a day in February. The three were talking valen-
tines. Julian had just said :
I 'm going to send only one this year."
To Bettine-Bettine !" cried the two little sisters. "You
cannot deny it, Julian. Won't it be sent to Bettine ? they
Julian's blush betrayed him, and had his thoughts been
known as he left the house they would have confirmed all
I should think fifty cents ought to buy it," he meditated,
jingling two quarters in his trousers' pocket. I hope,
though, that it won't be more than forty, for I 'd like to get
one of those big fancy letters and put it on the back of the
envelope. The B's are beauties. I looked at them this
Why, where is the shop ? he asked himself, suddenly
stopping awhile after and looking about; I certainly


thought it was on this block. Oh, no! it's farther on; I
can see the sign," as valentines, in flaming letters, met his
eye beyond the next crossing. I hope no one has gone off
with the one I've chosen. They have n't much of an assort-
ment," he added, patronizingly, "but those they have are
pretty fair."
Julian quickened his pace a trifle at thought of losing the
valentine he had in mind, and it was not long before he stood
directly under the white flag. Bettine's valentine was in the
window, and it needed but a hasty glance to convince him
that he had not overrated its beauty. He gave a final jingle
to the two silver coins and started to go into the store, but,
alas the handle of the door would not turn.
It's closed," he cried, disappointedly, as he rattled the
door. Now, if I'm going to lose that valentine, after all
my trouble !" and he shook the door again.
Gone away," said a child's voice, overhead.
Julian looked up. A pair of blue eyes met his, as a little
German face with fair braids on either side looked down
upon him.
There was one accident." The words came sweet and
broken. "They all go, but they come back."
How soon ?" questioned Julian.
"To-night, for sure. Me to tell everybody."
Gretchen," called a shrill voice, vhy you let your head
dangle dere all day? Come right away."


The little Gretchen called a reply in German, which brought
another face to the window.
"Vat you vants ?" asked the new-comer of Julian.
"A valentine," he answered; "and I want to be here
when they open the store so that no one will get ahead of
me. When will they get back ? "
I can't tell," said the woman. Is dot von you vants in
der vindow ? "
"Yes 'm," said Julian, his face falling at the thought that
perhaps the woman intended buying it herself.
Veil, Gretchen can come down and you tell her vich you
choose, and we tell dem save it for you."
Julian welcomed the proposal, and in a moment more
Gretchen appeared from a door right next the valentine
store, and was at his side.
Now," began Julian, as they both looked in the window,
Syou see that one with the heart and arrow ?"
Yes," nodded Gretchen, "with one little boy with some
gold rings. I tell when they come."
But I don't want that! cried Julian, in dismay; I just
want you to follow along the line with me. I don't want
the next one, either; nor the next; but that's the one I
want. See, with the verse right in the flowers."
He turned to Gretchen. She had let go the shawl she
had been holding under her chin, and stood with her hands
clasped in admiration. Pretty, is n't it ? said he, watching





her face light up in appreciation, as he supposed, of his se-
lection. You'll remember the one ? "
Remember! I could not forget," she said, her eyes seem-
ingly intent on the line of valentines.
Well now, let's see," said Julian, turning her gently from
the window, "how many is it from the end ?"


I don't remember that way," with a little laugh to think
she could not tell; but I not forget, for it is right over
the Princess."
Julian turned about.
Do you mean the doll ?" he asked. Oh, yes; it hangs
right over the doll with light hair ; does n't it ? Well, that's
as good a way as any to remember. But what did you call
it-the Princess ?"
"Yes," said Gretchen, softly, her pretty eyes fixed on the
doll. My Aunt Louisa tell me of the stories, and there
is a princess there like this."
Were those tears in her eyes, Julian wondered. Her voice
certainly seemed trembling.
Gretchen, you come up right away," called the. voice
overhead. "You look at dot doll from morning till
I am coming, Aunt Louisa," said Gretchen, starting to
go, and taking her eyes unwillingly from the Princess, while
Julian, who found it hard to understand why Marie and
Frances were so fond of their dolls, looked in amazement
at the sad little face beside him.
You can see it to-morrow, Gretchen," he said, kindly.
No, this is the last," was her answer.
Somebody bought it ?" ventured Julian.
"No; but Aunt Louisa pack one trunk, and we go to-


"Go-where? cried Julian.
Valerland," she said, simply.
Julian knew what she meant.- He had heard little Marie's
nurse speak of home as Valerland.
I shall see dem all," said she, laughing softly.
Your father and mother, you mean," said Julian. "And
do you go to-morrow on the ocean ?"
Another call came from overhead.
Who shall I say, when one asks me ?" said Gretchen, as
if awakened from a dream.
"Julian Trask. Can you remember? They are to save
it for Julian Trask. Thank you, and good-by," he called.
"Good-by," she answered. Yes, Aunt Louisa, I 'm com-
ing now," he heard her say.
Julian ran down the street. The day was cold, and he
and Gretchen had been standing a long time under the val-
entine flag. Suddenly he stopped. "I must think it over,"
he said, half aloud. "It would make her so happy; but
then "
Whatever thought it was that had suggested itself to him,
Julian turned off the direct walk home and went the long way
to consider it. When he reached the house, some time after,
it was with a bright, eager look in his face as he rushed up-
stairs, and there was an amount of whistling as he took down
his bank from the mantel that bespoke his having come to
some very satisfactory conclusion. There was a slip of paper


pasted on the small iron bank, which read, 7ulian Trask's
watch money.
But I can wait for the watch," he was saying as he turned
the key of the bank and dumped its contents on the bed.
"Besides, I wouldn't want it if it made me think that
the poor little girl had gone to Fatherland without the
He counted the money. There were a few pennies over
two dollars. He seemed disappointed in the amount. Sud-
denly his face brightened as he bethought himself of his
valentine money. He looked at the two bright pieces for
an instant, waveringly, before he threw them in among the
other pieces, then counted them all over. Two dollars and
sixty-three cents. Will it be enough, I wonder? Suppose
I could not give it to her, after all "
Julian caught himself wondering more than once what his
mother would think of his taking his watch money for any-
thing else, and wishing all the afternoon that she were not
away from home at just this time when he so longed to talk
to her about giving Gretchen the doll; still, something
seemed to tell him she would not disapprove.
He ran up the street after supper, and soon came in sight
of the white flag. He noticed that the shop was lighted, and
that people were going in and out. He looked in the win-
dow. Bettine's valentine had evidently been saved for him;
for the one with the gold-winged cupids was hanging over


the Princess's head. Julian looked at the Princess now with
as much interest as ever had Gretchen. She was pretty, as
dolls went, he acknowledged, and he could see how a girl
might be very fond of her. The pearl beads in her fluffy
hair, the shining silk, and soft kid boots made Julian realize
how princess-like her wardrobe indeed was, and the old ques-
tion of whether he should have money enough began to
haunt him.
When inside the shop he said:
Is there a valentine here for Julian Trask?" addressing
the woman who came forward to wait upon him, and whom
he recognized as the owner of the store. But you need n't
get it," he added hastily as she pulled open a drawer, I've
decided to get something else."
You can't find anything prettier," said the woman, dis-
regarding his ability to judge. "This came in yesterday,
and is one of our finest. You ordered it and you must take
it, for there's no knowing how many times we might have
sold it if we had not taken it in."
Julian was so taken aback at the thought of his perhaps
being unable to buy the Princess that he did not even men-
tally question the logic of Mrs. Lynch's statement. Fortu-
nately he said what proved of great interest to her when he
remarked :
I want something that costs more."
"Oh! you do," said Mrs. Lynch, with great cordiality.


" A box valentine, perhaps," and she opened the door of
the glass case over which they were talking.
The light-haired doll in the window."
Three dollars," said the woman.
Three echoed Julian, sadly. "Then I cannot buy it."
"You could not expect it less," said Mrs. Lynch. See,"
and standing in no aWe of blood royal, she pulled the Prin-
cess in from the window. Her eyes shut," at which Mrs.
Lynch sent the Princess into a temporary doze, while she
went on to say: My daughter dressed her at Christmas
time; made all her things complete. They all come off and
on, and her dress is silk, and her shoes beautiful soft kid!"
I know," said Julian, dejectedly.
"How much have you ?" asked Mrs. Lynch, preparing to
put the Princess under the valentine again.
Two dollars and sixty-three cents."
Mrs. Lynch's face so brightened at his answer, that she
must have previously been under the impression that his ex-
chequer fell far short of that sum.
I '11 go ask my daughter," she said hopefully. Perhaps
she will put down the price."
Mrs. Lynch disappeared through some little lace curtains
at the rear of the store, over which ICE CREAM was
lettered, and came back so quickly that Julian feared the
daughter had refused to even listen to the proposal. What
was his delight when Mrs. Lynch said:


"You may have it at your own price."
He believed afterwards that Mrs. Lynch had suggested
putting the doll in a box, but he never remembered what
words he found in answer. He only knew that he had the
Princess in his arms. That it was zis-his to give Gretchen !
Julian stood for a while outside, undetermined whether to
rap on the door and ask for Gretchen, or to leave the doll
on the step and run away.
"This is most like a valentine," he decided, as he wrapped
the paper about the doll and laid it close by the door. And
after I rap I can stand in the dark by those boxes. Oh, if
Gretchen only finds it herself! was his wish.
He listened. Yes, it was Gretchen coming, or some child,
he knew by the step.
Ah, Gretchen herself, who opened the door, and stood
there with a candle, her little hand protecting the light and
throwing the more in her sweet face as she said, looking
about, Did one knock here ?"
A paper fluttered at her feet in answer, She set the can-
dlestick on the floor and bent down. Julian watched her
face. He saw it light up, and heard a low, glad cry, as the
paper blew into the street, and Gretchen pressed the doll to
her breast.
The Princess-my Princess!" she cried in a choking
voice, pressing the doll closer and half sobbing, Oh, my
Princess!" Then she said something in German, sweet


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and low, her eyes upraised, her arms still clasped about the
Julian could not understand, but he knew that Gretchen
was very happy, and that the tears in his own eyes were for
joy as well.

%oui&'f t L tte 3aoke


It was fortunate for Louis that the opportunity for his
little joke fell on April-fools' Day. But how he could have
had it in his heart to want to fool Esther, as she bustled
around, so bright and happy, tying on her checked apron,
would have seemed beyond explanation, had he not said,
under his breath, a moment before:
"I '11 pay her for this !"
The offense to which he thus referred lay in the fact that
Esther had paid no attention to the request which he had
shouted to her, as he saw her take a telegram from a mes-
senger at the gate :
"Let me see it, Esther! How many of them are
coming? "
But straight she flew to the house, and into the kitchen,
exclaiming :
Oh, Becky Five of them, and they'll be here for sup-
per. I can sit at the head, can't I, Becky? And you 'll


L riL .. i i E i HEF !
nak chcol latle lfor mt to Serve, don'tt
you ? And oh! Jar B,:cky, please,
C..-I c 't I rmn k.e thie CLIstard ?"
Drt-:s \io r heart. v-:s," cai:. Re-
becca ; Beck, 'II mrak-. )NOu \'ihat-
e\ rF ', Ou 11an. An' Il iE-:t- ob
chila i r hli aslSl- i3 m11 m11 n t later.
"- O)h., :,.s, '. Bec:k --ther', 're so i'retty
and the, little crystal cups for mny cus-
tard, so 't will show through." And
she danced merrily about the room.
"Where's that telegram ?" demanded

Louis, nearly out of


breath from his sudden descent of a tree and rapid run for
the house.
"There, on the table, Louis. I could n't stop, I was in
such a hurry to tell Becky," explained Esther, as she broke
some eggs and carefully separated whites and yolks. It's
going to be my supper, Louis, and I'm going to have- "
I don't care for your supper," growled Louis. And
I 'm going to pay you, before the day's over, for not letting
me see that telegram at first."
Oh, Louis please do not play any more tricks on me,"
pleaded his cousin. I told Becky first, because I knew
she'd take more interest in my supper. What do boys care
how things are made ? They 'd rather go fishing or- "
But Louis interrupted her with:
Never mind the fishing, though I suppose you'll harp
on it for years."
How harp on it ?" asked Esther, still intent on her eggs.
"Miss Innocence doesn't know, then, that the fellows
said they 'd stop for me when they went to the mill-pond to-
day, and then all dashed by the house, waving their baskets
and not giving me a chance to get in ?"
The egg-beater rested on the edge of the bowl.
Why, how selfish, Louis! I saw them waving, and
waved back at them from the piazza, but I did n't know you
expected them to stop."
"You waved back at them?" demanded Louis, almost


frantically. That's just like a girl! And now they '11
think you understood the joke, and like enough you did."
Was it a joke? asked Esther, opening wide her large
gray eyes.
Then Miss Innocence probably does n't know this is the
first of April ?"
But Esther had every reason to know it. From the mo-
ment that Louis had shouted "April-fool !" when she called
to Becky, I can't get my sleeve on-it's all twisted," to
the time that she found her knife and fork sewed to the
table-cloth at dinner, the morning had been a series of sim-
ilar shouts from Louis Perkins.
She's the best one to play tricks on," he kept saying to
himself. Never suspects, no matter what a fellow does!"
I don't believe in cruel jokes," said Esther, slowly-" any-
thing that will make anybody else feel hurt; do you, Louis ? "
Oh, you're very careful of other people's feelings ; we
all know that," said Louis, tantalizingly, as he slammed the
kitchen door.
Now, I ought to go and entertain him," thought the for-
bearing Esther. I '11 take my eggs out on the porch and
beat them there. Louis !" she called, come and whittle
here, won't you, and let's talk about the fun when the folks
come ?"
If Howard comes, I don't care about the rest," said
Louis, apparently in better humor. He's the only one


who likes fun. Take care, Essie, you 'll spill them cried
Louis, warningly, as Esther turned the platter of beaten
whites upsidedown.
"No, I won't," laughed Esther, merrily; "that shows
they're done."
"They don't keep in that shape, do they ? asked Louis,
showing interest despite himself.
"They would keep just like this for hours, but it's better
to let them rest on boiling water for a moment," said the
little housekeeper, as she held a '" floating island aloft on
the beater. Is n't it pretty ?"
Louis vouchsafed no answer. Had those snowy blankets
not been swinging on the clothes-line, his thoughts, perhaps,
would not have run in the channel they did. But Rebecca
had been washing, and he had noticed her tubs on the back
piazza. They were covered with a foam so firm one could
have sliced it with a knife. Louis had taken a handful of it
and found that it did not liquefy or dissolve." When he-
saw Esther making the meringue, its resemblance to the
foam on the suds struck him, and another thought was in
his mind as well, when he went back on the piazza again to
see if the suds had lost all form.
No there they were, just as they had appeared an hour be-
fore. Rebecca was still making preparations for the expected
guests and had not taken the time to empty the tubs.
All of which shows," thought the bad boy, "that I can


put a platterful of this in place of.what Essie has made, and
have it go on the table. Imagine the faces they'll make !
Essie won't know what the matter is, and Becky will be so
bothered It will be the, best joke yet! I think Essie '11 let
me read telegrams first after this," and he walked off for a
moment to plan it all out.
Oh, no; I don't put it on till the very last thing," said
the unsuspecting Esther, in answer to his question. I shall
run down cellar just before supper, and put a little of the
froth on top of each custard; and you know, Louis, we're
going to use the little crystal glasses 'T will be just as nice
as though Mamma were here,, won't it, Becky ? "
If Rebecca's suds don't last, I can make some more with
the same soap while they 're all visiting," thought Louis,
"and run down with them just before supper. And to think
that Es will put it on herself, that '11 be the best of all! But
suppose she were to taste it ? Well, even if she should, it
would be a good fool, for they'd have to dance around
pretty lively and make some more; but I hope she does n't
find it out till she tastes it at supper. Won't it be rich to
watch her! She.won't know what is wrong, and if any of
the company discover a queer taste they won't say anything,
but they '11 stop eating rather suddenly, I '11 venture And
Essie, what will she think to see them all steering clear of
those custards, after she's been most of the afternoon mak-
ing 'em !" And with such thoughts Louis tried to put


aside the picture that rose before him, of the pretty cousin
who danced around the kitchen in the small checked apron,
and to think only of Esther's having refused to let him read
the telegram when he had asked to see it.
The afternoon stage brought the four cousins and Aunt
Jo, amid much rejoicing.
Esther received them all so prettily, and said so deferen-
tially to Louis, You'll see to the baggage ? using a tone
that, in its recognition of him as the man of the house, made
so evident an impression on the younger cousins, that he
almost began to wish he had not saved that dish of suds.
Then, too, he overheard Esther, as she was getting out
the rackets for tennis, say to Howard:
Beware of Louis! He plays splendidly. Serves balls
that bound every way but the one you're prepared for. He
gives me odds and beats me too, and had never played till
he came South, three weeks ago. Where has he gone?
Louis and her clear voice rang over the lawn.
I '11 be there in a minute. Let Howard get used to the
ground," answered Louis, which suggestion struck them all
as being very generous.
How pretty Esther looked! Louis could see from his
window her bright, happy face, as she darted hither and
thither after the balls. After all, would his little joke pay?
What was there to be so vexed about, now that he thought
it all over ?


SWell, I would n't.
give it up after I 'd'
gone so far," said a
bad voice within;
"you said you 'd pay hri
for not letting you see that tele-
He stole down into the cellar.
He could hear Rebecca o\(erhead
singing, Oh, Dearest Ma.y," as
she set the table. There was
Esther's meringue on a small
platter. He slid it off and out
of the little cellar-window, put
the suds' foam in its place, and
went noiselessly up the stairs.
Rebecca was prolonging the re-
frain of Lubly as the Day," so
he felt sure she could not have
heard him.
They all went in to supper
soon after.
It's just as well," thought
Esther, as she looked at the
custards, that Becky put the
meringue on. She always makes

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it look prettier than I do. Still, I wanted to have done it all
myself," and she sighed to think she should have seen the
custards all ready on the table, when she was just going
down cellar to put that bit of fluffy white on each herself.
And what were Louis's thoughts as he looked at the crys-
tal cups?
Well, who 'd ever think of its being suds ? I 'm going to
taste my own, to be sure of it."
He did so, and no doubt was left in his mind that his little
joke on Esther was going to be a success.
He fancied, as he glanced stealthily around the table,
that Rebecca was watching him, and that one of her great
smiles overspread her face as he took that taste of his
I say, Howard," he said to his cousin, "you say you think
my two big agates are so handsome, I 'll put one of them up
on a wager. If you eat all of your custard inside of a min-
ute, I '11 give you your choice "
Why, you '11 lose, Louis. Those glasses are too small to
hold much. I 'm willing to try thirty seconds. There would
be some fun in it then."
"All right," chuckled Louis, I '11 time you," as he drew
out his watch.
In even less than the half-minute Howard set down his
empty glass with:
Where 's the agate ? I '11 take the blue-and-gold one'


Louis regarded him with astonishment.
How did it taste? he asked, under his breath.
Excellent! Could n't judge very well, though, because
I had to eat it so fast."
Do you know what you've been eating?" was Louis's
next question, as he handed him the chosen agate. Soap-
suds !"
Soap-suds! echoed Howard, questioningly. "What do
you mean? "
Hush !" cautioned Louis, proceeding in a half-whisper
to give him an insight into the joke he-was playing on Esther.
" But if they don't taste bad," he admitted, "'t is n't going
to be much of a joke."
I declare, Louis, I would n't have thought you so mean !
I 'm glad you could n't spoil 'em, and evidently you have n't,
for they 're all being eaten."
Not only were the custards being eaten, but Aunt Jo was
praising them, and Esther blushing with pleasure !
What could it mean ? Was there any mistake?
Louis tasted his own again, and made a wry face after it,
and there was no doubt in his mind this time that Rebecca
was laughing at him.
What is going on at that end of the table ? asked Aunt
Jo. "You two boys seem very much absorbed in something."
Massa Louis is in .de suds," said Rebecca.
Louis flushed crimson as he darted an angry glance at


Rebecca's face, wreathed in smiles; while Howard, who had
watched him taste his custard, laughed outright.
Louis left the table soon after, Howard with him, to whom
he gave the other agate as he begged him to promise that
he would never breathe a word of the joke to any one.
He little knew that Rebecca was telling the others at the
table, concluding her narrative with a hearty laugh and this
explanation :
"I knowed Massa Louis steal down dat cellar for no good !
I foun' out his soap-suds; and den I make de new meringue
for all de cups 'cept Massa Louis's. He hab to eat ob de
fruits ob de result !"
"But, Becky," said Esther, as she went up-stairs that
night,-Rebecca leading the way and still laughing at Louis's
discomfiture,-" if you had only given Louis a good custard,
too, he would have understood that verse in the Bible about
'heaping coals of fire.'"
Bress your heart, chile," said Rebecca, never at loss for
an answer, 'pears to me it 's jes' as important dat he under-
stan' de meaning' ob de verse 'bout de man dat made a pit an'
digged it, and den falls in de ditch hisself!"

Fbow the 11olp foole6 'Uncle


Rick and Karl always spent a week in the spring at
Uncle Budge's.
It had chanced for two or three years that they were
there on All-fools' Day, and at the end of the last visit
Uncle Budge, on leaving them at the cars, had urged them
to come on for the same time the next year, adding, If you
succeed in fooling me then, I'11 give you each a gold piece."
Uncle Budge as completely forgot having made such an
offer, five minutes after the boys had waved their hats in
good-by, as though there were no April-fool Days and no
gold pieces in the world.
But not so with the Barnes boys. Gold pieces were not
so plenty with them that they would be apt to let such an
offer pass in one ear and out of the other. Already seats
at the circus, fishing-rods, and skates were in wild confusion
in their brains.


"A whole year to think up something !" said Rick.
I don't believe there's a bit of use in trying," answered
Karl. We've come to the conclusion no end of times that
we can't fool Uncle Budge, and we can't. That's all there
is about it."
No harm in trying," ventured the not easily discouraged
Rick, thinking how often he had admired the gold dollar on
Chan Holmes's watch chain. Let's try anyway."
So next April-fools' Day finding them at Uncle Budge's,
Karl and Rick were tiptoeing about very early. They
spread the Berkville Morning Argus of April I, the pre-
vious year,-which they had slipped out of Uncle Budge's
file the day before,-out on the floor, sprinkled some water
over it, folded it carefully, and Karl went quietly down-
stairs, opened the side door, laid the paper there, and took
up-stairs the Argus that the carrier had just thrown.
About an hour afterward the breakfast-bell rang, and the
boys went down-stairs. There lay the paper by Uncle
Budge's plate, which caused so preternaturally solemn an
expression to come over their faces that Aunt Budge was
quite worried.
Now I hope you're not getting homesick," she said to
Karl; "I know there's not much goin' on for you, as is
used to a large family and a good deal of noise; still "-in
a more cheerful tone-" we'll think of something after I've
done up my work."


An amused smile played about Rick's lips, to hide which
he leaned his head on his hand.
Your toothache ain't come on again, Richard ? inquired
Aunt Budge, sympathetically.
Oh, I 'm all right," said one, while the other assured
Aunt Budge that he did n't want to go home a bit, and was
having the best sort of a time.
Uncle Budge has gone over to Wilson's," said Aunt
Budge, "but may be in any minute. He left word not to
wait breakfast. Can you reach the Argus, Karl ?."
"Well, well," began Aunt Budge, "if another of those
Wilkinses is n't married! Amanda J. Why, now, I was
thinking that Amanda went last year; but no, come to
think, it was Alvira. It does seem that just as regular as
spring comes round, off one on 'em goes. Now Amanda
But Aunt Budge's dissertation was cut short by a chok-
ing scene, in which Rick pounded his brother with such
force on the back that it was a wonder they heard the front
door open at all.
"There's Uncle Budge," said Rick, hurriedly. "Don't
tell him anything you 've noticed in the Argus, Aunt Budge,
or he 'll suspect."
Suspect!" echoed Aunt Budge, her mind still on the
Wilkinses. "Suspect!"
"Sh-sh!" implored Karl. "It's a fool, Aunt Budge.


Help us to carry it out. Last year's paper-don't you
"Well, well, I declare!" said Aunt Budge, as the real
state of the case flashed over her. Then," collecting her
thoughts, I was right about its being Amanda, and- "
But Aunt Budge interrupted herself by laughing so heartily
that the boys found themselves compelled to join her,
though it appeared from the conversation, when Uncle
Budge came to breakfast, that Aunt Budge had been re-
counting some of the boys' pranks of years before.
How old was I then ?" asked Karl. I must n't forget
to ask mamma when I get home, if she remembers it."
Uncle Budge seated himself, and asked for the paper.
He squinted at the date as Karl held it toward him, and
then said: I believe I 'd rather have a little younger paper
than that."
Well, now exclaimed Aunt Budge, admiringly. And
he never so much as took it in his hand."
We can't fool Uncle Budge," said Karl, uttering each
word slowly. "That may as well pass into a proverb. It
can not be done."
"-I'm not so sure. We're not through trying yet, you
know," put in Rick, with a peculiar look at his brother.
Karl motioned him aside after breakfast.
What did you mean ?" he asked.
"That I've an idea. Just listen." And a great many


questions and answers were exchanged in a hurried under-
Grand-if it will work. Then we must be all ready by
the time he comes down-stairs ? "
Yes, and before that send a telegram to the boys."
"The boys" meant Hal and Jack Putnam; "a tele-
gram," a note pinned to the string that went round a wooden
peg at one of the Budgett windows, and another at the
Why?" queried Karl.
You '11 see," replied Rick, as he hastily pencilled:
"Be on the look-out for Uncle Budge. B. S."
The telegram came as the Putnam boys were breakfasting,
and Jack laughed as he read it aloud.
"What is the fun?" asked Mrs. Putnam. "And how
strange it is I cannot remember those boys' names. Which
one, now, is it that signs himself B. S.' ?"
Neither," laughed the boys, merrily. "' B. S.' means
' Big Show.' An April-fool on Mr. Budgett"
And must n't be missed," added Hal. Jane, please tell
us when you see Mr. Budget come down street."
Jane went into the kitchen, where she hurriedly told the
cook that Mr. Budget would probably be coming down town
soon, with April-fool chalked on his back.
"Ye don't mane it! cried the interested Bridget. "Oh,
thim byes! thim byes!" and she flew after the departing


milkman with the news, omitting, however, the word
" probably."
But to return to Mr. Budget. Just as he was putting on
his coat, he heard whispers of,
He's going, Karl, as sure as I 'm alive !"
"And has n't noticed it. Well, that's too good."
He's looking in the glass now."
Sh-sh don't make so much noise."
He sees it, I'm sure, or he'd have gone long ago."
Sh-sh can't you?"
Mr. Budget heard it all. I believe I 've left my pocket-
book," he said, half aloud, as he turned to go up-stairs.
It's all up now," said Karl, vexedly.
Maybe not. Keep dark."
"Couldn't very well do otherwise under these coats.
Why does n't he go ? I'm smothering."
This decided Mr. Budget. Up he went, and with Aunt
Budge's hand-glass and the mirror took a complete survey.
Did you find it ?" called Aunt Budge, as he came down
Yes," from Uncle Budge, who was listening for more
"We'll open the window, and watch him down the
"Sh-sh! How the Putnams will stare !"
A suppressed giggle followed.


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H E .' L. .% : :i-'. ,4 I 'l i C "


The shutting of the front door. was a signal for the
boysto rush wildly out of the hall closet into the dining-
room, where Aunt Budge was hovering over the breakfast
What is it ?" cried Aunt Budge, putting on her glasses.
" Oh, what red faces! Did you get shut in ? "
"We're fooling Uncle Budge," said Rick, breathlessly.
" He promised us each a gold piece if we could," and he
dashed up-stairs after Karl.
As Mr. Budget turned the corner they raised the window
cautiously, but not too quietly for Uncle Budge. He heard
but did not look up, though he began to feel a little ill at
ease as he walked along, and no less so when the milkman,
who was dashing away from the Putnams', reined in his horse
very noticeably, nudged the small boy on the side of the
wagon, and both looked curiously at him.
There is certainly something wrong," decided Mr. Bud-
gett ; "though I did n't think those little rascals would make
a spectacle of me. And look at the Putnams he exclaimed
Well might he stop in surprise. There was Mrs. Putnam
standing in the doorway, with Abby and Sarah on tiptoe be-
side her; the two boys at a large upper window, poking each
other and giggling audibly; Mr. Putnam at a third, appar-
ently consulting a thermometer but looking down at Mr.
Budget as though he possessed far more interest for him


than any degree on the indicator ; and lastly, Jane and Bridget
on the side stoop, gazing as though he were a candidate for
Uncle Budge turned abruptly and started for home. He
walked a few steps then looked furtively behind him. His
feelings may be imagined at discovering that the milkman
had stopped his horse, and that the small boy had dismounted
and was running quietly after him, but stopped as he noticed
Mr. Budget glance around.
Uncle Budge continued his way. He passed by the side
gate, appearing not to notice the boys hanging out of an up-
per window, slowly turned the corner, and went in at the front
Polly, what's the matter with me?" he asked, walking
into the dining-room, where Aunt Budge was drying her
coffee-cups. "All Berkville is agog."
Berkville agog!" cried Aunt Budge, inspecting Mr.
Budget critically. I'm sure I don't know over what.
However, the boys are up to something, for they said as
Of course they are," agreed Uncle Budge; but can't
you take it off, Polly? It's on my back, I guess."
Something alive !" screamed Aunt Budge. Why
don't you shake yourself, Jacob ? "
Uncle Budge laughed heartily.
It would be as well," advised Aunt Budge, to give 'em



the gold at once, for they'll play the trick, Jacob, whatever
it is, on you till you do."
Give them the gold !" exclaimed Uncle Budge, wonder-
ingly. My dear Polly, what do you mean ?"
They say you promised 'em each a gold piece last year
if they'd come on and fool you this."
I did? "-with still more surprise in his voice-" I did?
'Pon my word I'd forgotten it. Well, well," producing the
purse that Polly had knitted for him years ago, Where
are the rascals.?" Then going to the stairs, "Rick and
Karl, come down here !" he called, with an affected stern-
ness in his voice. The idea of your daring to make a guy
of your old uncle !"
We have n't made a guy of you," said the boys, rushing
down; and it is n't a mean fool at all, Uncle Budge, for it's
really nothing."
Nothing !" echoed Aunt Budge. Why is everybody
staring, then ?"
Only the Putnams," they explained. We sent a tele-
gram to the boys- "
"Telling them what ?" interrupted Uncle Budge. "Not
all about it, I hope ? "
No; merely to be on the look-out for you."
"You don't mean it!" chuckled Uncle Budge; "and
that whole family is fooled from garret to cellar, milkman
included. Well, well, pretty good, pretty good. You de-


serve a reward, boys, for there 'll be few tricks played to-day
that'll end as pleasantly as this. It's the right kind of one,
and the more of that sort the merrier."
Beauties, ain't they ? cried Aunt Budge, admiringly, as
the boys laid their gold pieces on the table where the sun
came streaming in, and called her to look at them.
"Seems to me," said Karl, "they're bigger than Chan
His has worn down, perhaps," said Rick, spinning his
glittering coin. "Why, look here what's this? 'Two
and a half D.'"
No you don't," answered Karl, knowingly. I'm too
well posted on the day of the month."
"Well, I know these are two-dollar-and-a-half pieces,"
cried Rick, snatching his hat, "and I 'm off to thank Uncle
Budge for his fool," and away he went, and Karl after him
when he found that it was true.

!Buzie kingman zDecizion



"I 'm gettingto quite like papa's present," said Susie King-
man, as she thoughtfully turned over a leaf of her Silent
Comforter, "though I did want a ring awfully, and expected
one as much as could be; but then this is much better, for
it teaches me something. I 've learned ever so many verses
already, for it 's the first thing my eyes open upon in the
morning, and every time I come into the room I uncon-
sciously read over the text for the day. Let me see-yes,
to-day is the 20th." And having put back the leaf num-
bered nineteen, she read, Be kindly affectioned one to
another with brotherly love; in honor preferring one an-
other.' 'In honor preferring one another,'" she repeated
musingly-"'in honor preferring one another.' I don't
exactly see what that means. I believe I '11 look in the
Commentary before I go to breakfast, for if it 's to be my
verse for the day, I ought to understand it at the beginning."


The breakfast bell rang as Susie descended the stairs, so
she hastened into her father's study, and taking from the
book-case the volume she wanted, turned over the leaves
until Romans xii., io, was reached.
Yes, here is an explanation of the very words, In honor
preferring one another.' And she read, half aloud : "' The
meaning appears to be this : consider all your brethren as
more worthy than yourself, and let neither grief nor envy
affect your mind at seeing another honored and yourself
neglected. This is a hard lesson, and very few persons
learn it thoroughly.' "
Susie paused with her finger on the words, saying: I
hope I shall be one of the few that learn it. I just wish
I had a chance to show that I felt glad to have some one
honored; but "-less confidently-" I don't know as I should
care to be neglected. No, that would be a great deal harder."
Then exclaiming, as she went on, Why, this writer says the
very same thing : 'If we wish to see our brethren honored,
still it is with the secret condition in our own minds that we
be honored more than they.' Susie slowly closed the book,
saying, It 's perfectly clear to me now;" then as baby's
voice, heralding the approach of the others, was heard on
the stairs, she replaced the book and joined them.
An hour later she might have been seen on her way to
school, taking a last look at one of her lessons as she walked
along, and so occupied with her book as not to notice a

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group on the school steps waving handkerchiefs and beck-
oning her to hasten. At last, as she still read on, the eager
girls, too impatient to wait until she reached them, with one
accord darted down the street to meet her.
Josie Thorp playfully snatched away her book, exclaim-
ing, "No more studying for you until you 've heard the
news !"
How can you speak so disrespectfully to Her Majesty?"
laughed another; at which the rest, following the last speak-
er's example, made low courtesies to the bewildered Susie,
who a moment before had been deep in the grammar rules.
"What do you mean, girls ?" she wonderingly stammered,
looking at Sadie Folger, who was kissing her hand in mock
solemnity, and then at the others, still courtesying and say-
ing, Your Majesty." Seems to me you 're in fine spirits
for Friday. I believe you 've all got excused from compo-
sition class. Tell me. What is it? Has Mr. Gorham given
us a holiday ? "
Better than that! they exclaimed, in one voice.
Don't keep me in suspense," pleaded Susie.
It 's too good to keep," said Sadie; "but still, girls, we
must tell it by degrees." Then, to Susie, "Well, we 're
going to have a May party !"
A May party Splendid Who- "
And," broke in one of the others, wondering if Susie's
face could look any brighter, "you are to be our Queen."


"Your Queen Are you in earnest ? she cried, her eyes
dancing with delight. Whose party is it, and how do you
know I 'm to be Queen ?"
Because we 're all going to vote for you," they answered,
ignoring the first part of the question. So Susie repeated:
But whose party is it ? who is getting it up ? "
"All the teachers. We left Mr. Gorham talking to Miss
Hyde and the rest. They had a meeting at half-past eight,
and we five happened to be here early; so after they had
decided the matter, they told us one or two things, and be-
fore recess Mr. Gorham will tell the whole school."
But," said Susie, a trifle doubtfully, "then it 's not cer-
tain I 'm to be Queen ?"
"Just as good as certain," said Stella Morris, for the
choice is between Florence Tracy and yourself. Mr. Gor-
ham says you stand exactly the same-three marks against
each-and that the way to decide it will be by vote this
I am sure you '11 have every vote," said Josie, confidently,
"for we scarcely know Florence Tracy. She's so quiet, and
does n't seem to care for anything but study. Not that I
dislike her at all, for she 's always pleasant enough ; but still-
she is n't like you," and she took Susie's arm in undisguised
Susie was an acknowledged favorite, and it is needless to
say she enjoyed this school-girl homage. Others had joined


the group since they commenced talking, and each in turn
had said, "You are sure of my vote, Sue."
Thank you all," she answered, looking around grate-
fully. "I 'm half in a dream. It seems too good to be
"I've just been having another talk with Miss Hyde,"
called Sadie, bounding down the walk. She knows more
about it than any of the others, I guess, for she saw a May-
day celebration at some place on the Hudson last summer.
Every one in the school is to take part. The primary class
is to dance round a May-pole; and then there are to be gar-
land-bearers and maids-of-honor, so we 'll all be something;
but of course Susie will have the highest honor."
Susie's happy look of a moment before was gone. That
word honor had set her thinking.
What is the matter ? asked Sadie, mistaking the cause of
her changed expression. Don't you want us to be in it ? "
"Want you to be in it! Of course I do," cried Susie.
"You must think me a monster of selfishness. I only wish
you could all be queens."
We are satisfied to be your subjects," said Sadie, putting
her arm around Susie, as they all started by twos and threes
for the school, as the bell was ringing.
I wish I 'd never seen that verse," thought Susie, not
heeding Sadie's chatter, as they went up the walk. "It's
just going to spoil the whole thing."


Here comes Florence Tracy," remarked Sadie, as a
carriage stopped at the foot of the walk, and a young girl
alighted. Do you know, Susie, I don't believe she has a
good time at all, if she does drive to school, and live in the
handsomest house in town. I fancy her uncle is n't very
kind to her, for she never seems very happy. Just look;
don't you think she has a sad face ? "
I don't know," answered Susie, anxious to change the
subject. Is n't the parsing hard to-day ? Miss Page gives
such long lessons "
But Sadie was far too interested in Squire Tracy's spirited
horses, with their gilded harness to turn her thoughts to dis-
cussing the length or difficulty of any lesson.
"Would n't I like to jump in!" she exclaimed. "It's
just the morning for a drive." Then, in a lower tone:
Strange that Florence never asks any of the girls. There's
room for four, yet every afternoon she goes for hours all
Hush!" cautioned Susie; she 's right behind us."
Florence joined them with a good-morning, and the three
went up the steps together, Susie and Florence stopping a
moment on the porch to talk over a troublesome sentence
in the parsing.
I know she did n't hear you," said Susie, in answer to
Sadie's anxious question as she passed her seat, "for she is
as pleasant as can be."


"Perhaps she would invite us," said Sadie, striving to
make amends for her hasty speech, if the Squire would let
her. Poor girl! I really pity her."
Susie took her seat, and glanced across at Florence's.
She does look sad," she was forced to acknowledge; "but
then deep mourning makes almost every one look so. Sadie
is always getting up things to make one uncomfortable ;"
and she tried to busy herself in arranging her desk, and so
forget the sad face opposite. I 'm sure she has everything
money can buy. Still I would n't exchange places with her for
all her pretty things, though I did think yesterday I 'd give
anything for that watch she wore. But then think of baby !
How cunning she was this morning !-worth more than all
the watches in the world !" and Susie almost felt the little
arms about her neck.


The morning passed as usual, with the exception that just
before recess Mr. Gorham stated that he had a few words
to say to the school, and begged the closest attention. It
was needless to ask that, for every eye was already fixed upon
the speaker, and every face betokened the liveliest interest
in what he was about to say.
In a few words Mr. Gorham unfolded the May-party pro-
ject, said the honor of Queen would be given to the one
who stood first in her classes, and as having looked over the
records he found two of the pupils, Miss Florence Tracy
and Miss Susie Kingman, ranked equally high, a vote would
be taken before close of school to decide the matter. He
then referred the girls to Miss Hyde to find out about their
costumes, and finished by setting the twentieth of June, the
last day of school, for thefite, then struck the bell.
The buzzing of voices that followed Among the many
exclamations one might have heard:
It's really a 7une party "
"All the better, for we never could wear thin dresses out-
of-doors in May !"


"The best kind of a way to end up school!"
Why, girls, it will be just a month from to-day. Let's
find Miss Page and learn all the particulars."
At this proposal quite a number went into the recitation-
room, but Susie, with her eyes on Florence's sad face, seemed
chained to her seat.
I must decide now," she was thinking, "No; Ican not
give it up. I gave up to Dick this morning, and that's
enough for one day. Then, too, it's Friday, visitors' day,
and I should just like to show them how well I stand. And
when papa hears of my success he will be delighted; he
always is when he thinks I'm getting on well in my lessons.
Oh, no; I can not, can not give it up Of course I shall
vote for Florence, and that's all I can be expected to do.
I have n't asked the girls to vote for me, and I 'm not sup-
posed to know anything about it."
But you do know about it," said an inward voice. "You
know, moreover, that you can make Florence very happy,
and that it will not affect your standing in the least."
Oh, dear! sighed Susie; I suppose I '11 have to give
it up, but I can wait until after the votes are counted, and
then say I prefer Florence to have the place."
Ah !" interposed the voice again, your idea is 'to be
seen of men.' There is no charity in that, and, besides,
how would Florence feel to be so patronized ? If you give
it up at all, do it entirely and cheerfully."


Oh, I can not, I really can not. It will be lovely to have
all the girls for my subjects, to be waited on by them, and
pass under their garlands. Why does every word I read
this morning in the Commentary keep coming into my mind,
about one's being willing to have another honored if one
can be more honored one's self? How exactly that applies
to my giving up to Florence after being elected myself; and
then that In honor preferring one another' has been running
in my head all the morning. I 'll just stop thinking about
it, and go into Miss Page's room with the rest, and talk over
the dresses. That reminds me. That lovely one I had
made in the fall for Cousin Clara's wedding-I believe it
will be the very thing." And she hastily went down the
passage between two rows of desks.
Florence caught her hand as she went by, and said: "I
know the question is as good as decided, Susie, and I shall
hail you as our Queen as gladly as any other of your
Susie tried to thank her, but the words would not come;
and instead of going into Miss Page's room, she took an
opposite direction to a vacant one, used for certain meet-
ings, and there she sat down at one of the desks, saying :
Only ten minutes left me."
There were tears in Susie's eyes ; in fact, one or two had
rolled down her cheeks, when she slowly said, I've de-
cided," and on looking toward the door saw Sadie.


You 're the one I want," said Susie, trying to speak in
her usual tones. I was just going for you."
Sadie noticed her tear-streaked cheeks and effort to speak
cheerfully, so hastened to say, comfortingly :
Don't worry an instant; it's just as I said; every girl
in the school will vote for you."


That's just what they must n't do," said Susie, earnestly.
Oh, Sadie! do promise you'll make me very happy by
not voting for me."
Not voting for you !" cried the astonished girl. "What
do you mean? "


"Hush, Sadie! somebody will hear you. I mean tkizs.
that you must get all the votes you can for Florence. It
will make me a thousand times happier than to be Queen
myself ; and just think of Florence You said yourself she
never looks happy, and now we'll all unite to make her so."
"Oh, Susie," said Sadie, after a moment's pause, "how
good you are to propose such a thing, and how Florence
will love you for it! "
No, no protested Susie. "Sadie, of all things, Flor-
ence must never know, never even suspect; that would spoil
it all."
I'm so bewildered! said Sadie. "What can we do in
the few minutes left ? As you say, how delighted Florence
will be! but I never could have given it up, Susie-
never "
Oh, yes you could, if you knew how great the joy was
that followed," said Susie, simply. I wonder now that I
hesitated a moment."
They both went among the different groups of girls, and
there was more whispering than ever, and numberless ex-
pressions of wonder, always silenced by Hush Florence
will hear, and she must never know." The ringing of the
bell put an end to all, and the scholars were soon in their
Sadie asked permission to speak. Mr. Gorham smiled,
knowing she had been talking every moment for the past
half-hour, nevertheless he granted it.


She leaned over and whispered to Susie: "Ten or twelve
girls went out to walk at recess, and have n't heard the new
Never mind," returned Susie. It will seem all the
more natural to have a divided vote."
The usual Friday visitors now began to come in to listen
to the readings and recitations that always took place on
the last school afternoon of the week, and among them was
one who had never before presented himself-Squire Tracy.
All the better," whispered Sadie, forgetting in her ex-
citement that her permission to speak had long since expired.
And Susie signaled a "yes" in reply.
After the weekly exercises were over, Mr. Gorham ex-
plained to the new-comers about the May-party, gave the
names of the two scholars for whom votes were to be cast,
and then handed each of the forty girls a slip of paper on
which to write the name of her choice for Queen.
The Squire grew interested. He wiped his glasses, and
looked about for Florence. She could not raise her eyes
for thinking : Oh, uncle has no idea what a popular girl
Susie Kingman is! What will he think when I don't get
any votes?"
The Squire caught her eye at last, and nodded encourag-
ingly. He never looked so kindly at me before," moaned
the unhappy girl. He really thinks I've as good a chance
as Susie," and her eyes filled with tears as she traced Susie's
name on her paper.


There were about five minutes of quiet, broken only by
the scratch of pens, and then Mr. Gorham went round and
collected the papers.
Susie's face was very bright. Florence saw it, and bent
her own still lower, saying, inwardly: No wonder she's
happy, knowing that she 'll have every vote except the one
she has written for me. If uncle could only understand how
hard it is for me to make friends, and how-"
But all thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Gorham's rising
from his seat. His face bore a surprised expression, and he
looked again at his paper to assure himself no mistake had
been made.
Oh," groaned Florence, he thinks it strange that out
of forty, I should have only one! If uncle would n't keep
nodding to me !" But there the Squire sat, gently hitting
the floor with his cane, and looking one moment at Mr.
Gorham, and the next at his niece, with a most hopeful ex-
At length there was perfect silence in the room. The


Squire had stopped tapping with his cane, and now held it
firmly down with both hands on the heavy gold top, with
his face turned toward the teacher's desk.
"I find," announced Mr. Gorham, "on counting the
votes "-every ear was strained to catch the result-" that
Miss Florence has twenty-eight, and Miss Susie twelve.
Therefore Miss Florence will be our Queen." And he turned
to the astounded girl with a cordial word of congratulation.
The Squire nodded more vigorously than ever, and
pounded away in a regardless manner with his cane, but
nobody heard it in the general uproar. Some were clap-
ping their hands, others had flocked to Florence's seat, and
were congratulating her. The young girl's face was radiant
with delight, and Susie's no less so.
You bear defeat bravely," said Mr. Gorham, in his kind-
est tone, to Susie. "The Squire is asking to see you."
Ah," said the Squire, as Susie came forward, "we can't
all win, you know, my dear, I hope you don't bear Flor-
ence any ill-will ?"
Far from it," answered Susie, earnestly. I would n't
have it otherwise." And she sent a loving glance toward
Florence, which was as quickly returned.
Squire Tracy motioned to Mr. Gorham, and they both
stepped aside, and after a few moments of subdued conver-
sation the latter came forward and rang the bell.
Squire Tracy," said he, has kindly offered his grounds


for the May-party, so our fte will be held at Maplewood in-
stead of the grove."
At this announcement the buzzing was louder than ever.
Fifty times better than those old picnic grounds, where
we've been all our lives," said Josie.
I 've always been wild to get into Squire Tracy's
grounds," put in Stella, longingly.
Oh, they're grand," said Sadie. "They have four gar-
deners all the year round. I went once with papa when he
was attending the Squire. That's the advantage, girls, of
having one's father a doctor." And she threw back her
head playfully.
Or a minister," added Susie, "for I 've been two or three
times with papa."
Both speakers were immediately beset with questions re-
garding the beauty of the Squire's surroundings, and noth-
ing else was talked about all the way home.
"Well, I got my reward pretty soon," thought Susie, as
she waved her school satchel to Baby, who was throwing
kisses from the nursery window ; for I should enjoy a day
at Squire Tracy's more than anything I can think of, and I
shall never forget Florence's expression when Mr. Gorham
announced the good news. I never felt so like crying, but
I kept back the tears for fear Florence would think I was
terribly disappointed."
And what were Florence's thoughts at the same moment ?


To think the girls really like me as she passed up the
broad and softly carpeted staircase ; "and Mr. Gorham, too,
seemed so pleased! Oh, how I shall study now! And to
think uncle really patted me on the head, and said, 'I 'm de-
lighted with you, my child !' That was the best of all.
What will Bessie say when she hears it ? I must begin a
letter to her this very moment," and the happy girl hummed
a lively air as she opened her portfolio. There I hope un-
cle did n't hear me." Then opening a letter: I must read
again just what he wrote to Aunt Rebecca, and keep it con-
stantly in mind: 'If Florence comes to live with me, she
must be studious and quiet, for I have lived so long alone
that I cannot bear the thought of a romping girl setting
things topsy-turvy.' Well, I've been that to the very letter,
' studious and quiet,' but I feel to-day like opening the piano,
and pounding away on it every college song Ray ever sang
for us; but no, 'studious and quiet,' 'studious and quiet,'"
and her pen ran over the sheet before her as she wrote the
following letter :

M DEAREST SISTER,-I have time for a few words before dinner, and
I never wrote you in so happy a frame of mind. You know I told you
how all the girls disliked me, and that I did n't feel any more acquainted
with them than I did the first day. Well, I made a mistake, for twenty-
ezght out of the forty voted for me to be Queen of the May. And my op-
ponent was Susie Kingman, the one I wrote you all the girls were crazy over,
and who reminded me of you more than any one I ever saw. It seems
even now as though there must be some mistake; but no, I remember how


cordial the girls were, and that they did n't seem particularly surprised
when Mr. Gorham read the result. But, Bessie, the best thing of all was
that uncle was there! When he came into the room, I trembled from head
to foot, for I only expected one vote. Dear me the tears are falling all
over this, but they are joyful ones. Well, uncle was delighted, called me
'My child,' and talked to me about school in the kindest manner all the
way home-talked more in that quarter of an hour than all the rest of the
time I've been here. Bessie darling, this is what I 've prayed for-that
uncle would care for me if only a very little, for it is dreadful to be in the
house with mamma's own brother and have him take no notice of me, ex-
cept by giving me money and presents ; but that My child' was worth
them all. The bell is ringing for dinner. I haven't told you half how
happy I am. Uncle has offered his grounds for the affair, which comes
off the last day of school. Will wonders never cease ? Your ever loving

Ah if Susie could have seen that tear-blotted letter that
was kissed and cried over by the little absent sister, she
might well have said, "I have my reward already."


"May-party day at last!" cried Susie, dancing gayly
about her room. School ended, and now for a splendid
time to-day As she went toward the window the sweet
June air was coming softly in, the birds, too, were singing,
and unconsciously she found herself chanting, Let every-
thing that hath breath praise the Lord." Then, stopping
suddenly, Why, that reminds me, I forgot to turn over to
a new leaf in my Silent Comforter before breakfast. Oh,
surely it 's the 20th, and I 've come round again to that
verse with 'In honor preferring one another' in it, which
perplexed me so. How this month has flown! It seems
at once the longest and shortest I remember. To think
Florence is so changed a girl Why, she really seems like
one of the family, running in and out at all times, bringing
or sending mamma flowers almost every day; and the girls
all like her so well, and would n't need any urging now to
vote for her. Why, there she is this minute!" as a pretty
phaeton stopped at the gate.
"Could the day be finer?" called Florence, as she tied
the black pony. I thought I saw you drinking in this air,


when I was at the turn in the road about half a mile off.
Come, bring your hat and take a drive with me. I 've some-
thing very important to tell you," and she opened the gate
to take some rare flowers to Mrs. Kingman, who was sew-
ing on the piazza, with the baby playing near her chair.
Florence took the little one in her arms, begging it to say
her name. "She cannot get any farther than 'Flo,'" said
Mrs. Kingman, putting aside her work to go and arrange
her flowers.
That 's what my sister Bessie always calls me," said
Florence, kissing the little one more tenderly.
When are you going to show me the new photograph
of that wonderful Bessie ? asked Susie, straightening out
the daisies on her hat as they went slowly down the
I should have brought it over this morning if I had n't
had something else on my mind to tell you."
A moment later the pretty pony was carrying the young
girls along at an easy gait, pricking up his ears occasionally,
as if to catch the drift of the gay chatter going on behind
By the way," Florence was saying, I found this scrap
of paper on the floor this morning when I was over at
school," handing it to her companion. The girls were all
clearing out their desks-"
But Susie had read the few pencilled words, and looked










aghast: Vote for F. T. We 're all going to. S. K. wishes

The pony was walking leisurely along. Florence had
dropped the reins; her arms were about Susie's neck. To
think I never suspected it!" she said, kissing her.
I never wanted you to know," said Susie, "and if it
had n't been for Sadie's carelessness-- "
Oh, I 'm glad I do know-just as glad as can be, and I
can never thank you enough."
"I don't deserve any thanks at all," protested Susie;
" and if I did, I felt fully repaid when your uncle offered
his grounds, and looked so kindly at- "
Yes," said Florence, and from that moment my life
changed entirely. Oh, Susie, you cannot imagine how lone-
some I used to feel, for uncle seldom spoke to me, and I
felt that I never could get used to so many strange faces,
and I kept wishing myself back with Bessie. But no ; our
home was broken up. When papa died, mamma only lived
a week longer, and after that, where were we to go ?
Mamma's sister Rebecca was with us at the time, and of-
fered to take one of us, which was a great deal, for she has
a large family of her own, and then she. wrote to uncle to
take the other. He chose me, because I was named after
mamma, and I suppose he fancied I would look like her,
whereas Bessie is her very image. Well, when I got here,
uncle met me at the station, asked one or two questions,


and then we rode to Maplewood without another word. I
was too homesick to talk. So things went on, one day ex-
actly like another, with simply a good-morning and good-
night to begin and end up the day. I often found money
and other presents in my room, and, oh how I longed to
send each thing on to Bessie, but I really was afraid to ask if
I might. But I must hurry on to the red-letter day of my
life, the 20th of May. That day, at dinner, after the scene
at school, uncle praised my high standing, and began to
ask me about Bessie. I showed him her photograph, and he
looked a long time at it, murmuring something about Flor-
ence of long ago,' and asked me if she did n't look a great deal
like mamma. 'Everybody used to speak of the wonderful
resemblance,' I answered. 'Well,' said he, 'we must have
a large picture of her!' And what do you think he has
done? Sent on to have Bessie's portrait painted, and I 'm to
have it for my room."
"The tears are for joy," continued Florence, in answer to
Susie's earnest, Oh, this is enough don't tell me any more."
Uncle grew more and more kind. He seemed to enjoy
planning for the May party, and, you '11 see this afternoon
some of the arrangements he has made. It has given him
something to think of, which Dr. Folger said yesterday was
the best thing in the world for one of his melancholy dispo-
sition. Uncle has said again and again, I 'm glad you take
an interest in your studies; it pleases me greatly.' And,


Susie, I know all this happiness would never have come to
me unless the girls had voted for me that day as they did.
I know they used to think me selfish, for one morning- "
What! you heard what Sadie said ?"
"Yes; but I 've made up for it since, have n't I ? For I
have n't been alone once since the day uncle said, 'You may
take whomever you choose when you go out.' By that time
I had lost all fear, and kissed and thanked him. And so
things have gone on, each day better than the last. Uncle
handed me a telegram this morning, which read, 'The por-
trait is on the way' ; so we expect it by the first express.
Susie, I can never thank you-never, as long as I live ; all I
can do is to tell you that, next to Bessie, I love you best of
any one on earth."
There was a great lump in Susie's throat. She was crying
softly, with her cheek against Florence's. At the gate Mrs.
Kingman met them.
"Tell your mother all about it," called Florence, touching
up the horse; and Susie did.
::: *:- *
To think it 's all over !" said Susie, about seven o'clock
that evening, as they were going down to supper. Did n't
Florence look lovely ?"
No lovelier than a certain maid of honor that crowned
her," said papa, drawing Susie toward him ?
Well, did n't the Squire appear delighted ? "

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