ning. Dimly through the grey dawn she became aware of an elfish, white-gowned figure perched on the fo

gy, and that's the water where you are. Bime

ive like an avalanche. "Kick, Aunt Peggy! Kick hard!" she shouted, disappointed at Peggy's failure t

manding position on her chest, she indulged herself in several deep breaths before sa

nd you've got to cook luncheon, Aunt Peggy, and can I wear m

d patience, for the child was so excited by the festivities in prospect that she could hardly stand still long enough to allow a button to be popped into its rightful button-hole. Inventors interested in perpetual motion should have made a

s bed-room, and that young man, under the mistaken impression that he was sniffing the fragrance of waffles, rose in haste and reached the breakfast

r a tooth brush. A compromise was finally reached by virtue of which Dorothy agreed to leave all her belongings at home, with the exception of her "shut-eye doll," on the understanding that she was to be allowed to hel

gh, Amy always had a brand-new reason for her invariable delays. Either her shoe-string broke at the last minute or someone called her up on the telephone, or her hat pins had disappeared, or some other unforeseen event interfered with

arden. The other baskets were grouped upon the porch and the girls sat in a row on the steps, discussing some of the interest

Where's Dorothy disappeared to? O,

Peggy called again, "Come quic

oor with hesitating and uncertain steps. A weird, white drapery concealed its face, and fell in flowing fo

t the other end of the porch, turned upon h

ight which had alarmed Amy she stood as if petrified, her lips

. From beneath the mysterious drapery came the sound

he touched the drapery with shrinking fingers. It was stic

iffing. "Yeast!" She looked about he

in the sticky mass, through which Dorothy's face looked out. It was a solemn face at

y. "She put somefing in a pan, up high.

m. "The end, as far as I'm concerned. Bread-sponge all the way fro

poor little Dorothy. "I'd just as

t Peggy would only be an aggravation. They suggested putting it off till another day. But Peggy,

or the molasses jug. Even if the fudge would be just as good to-morrow,

stifled crying, came out to inquire the cause of the trouble, and uttered a horrified exclamation at the sight of her small granddaughter. Although divested of the greater part of the mass of brea

d. "I could have attended to this little mischief,

n't leave it for you." Then with the honesty which was one of Peggy Raymond's charms, she added, "I suppose I migh

that next time she would stand in a corner and not move till the hour of starting arrived, "And I sha'n't like Sally never any more," sobbed Dorothy, who ha

was set out on the porch, where the sun could dry her golden hair. Peggy gave her attention to repairing damages elsewhere, and when she returned after

gy asked, feeling the curly

replied, obviously giving the explanation whic

her hand, and began its perusal, her e

ing his sword. The Lady Vivian uttered a cry of angui

dst of the thrilling narrative to ask a pra

ht it," replied Doroth

upstairs, overheard and drew a relieved sigh. For to have Peggy low-sp

arie?" coaxed Peggy. "The wind bl

ocks. "No, it didn't blow from anywhere. It just camed." It was evident that little i

has a typewriter, except Harry Rind, and he wouldn't be

e excursion into the outer world. At the same time, Peggy disliked the idea of facing Elaine again, to inquire if the typewritten sheet was her property. If it happened to belong to

t her eye. The ladies in the narrative seemed given to shrieking and fainting, while the gentlemen had a propensity f

, but, after all, it belongs to somebody, and whoever wrote it thinks it's nice, I

r people, Peggy shrank from discourtesy. She was so accustomed to being liked that any indication of unfriendliness came with a sense of shock. The girl

waiting. Elaine herself answered the summons. The look which crossed her face seemed to say, "W

ut I thought perhaps it did, because hardly anybody on the Terrace has

anding of Peggy's errand. "Page six," she exclaimed

ly look. When I came out on the porch my little nie

d wonders in advancing the acquaintance of the two. Then her thoughts reverted to the paper, which in Peg

ened, the search of both girls was successful. Elaine came downstairs, her hands full of sheets she had gathered from the floor, and out of the number o

sure they're all here," Elaine sa

ht," concluded Peggy.

. O, how lucky I

't it s

domestic implement, caught Peggy's attention at once. The sight of Elaine and Peggy, beaming at each other across the typewritten sheets, seemed to startle the new-comer. She made a movement as if to d

--I don't know your name, do I?" She loo

d the owner of the n

astened to explain Peggy's presence, and the other girl could not free herse

of these sheets flew out of the window, and she brought

that it is necessary," she continued impressively, "to apologize for my appearance. After being accustomed to the supervision of a h

cquaintances recollections of their past grandeur. She said hastily that nobody ever called her Miss Raymond, and she wanted to be Peggy to her new neighbors as well as to the rest of the Ter

crinkling tightly after its recent washing, stood out in all directions,

crown thoughtfully. "Dry as t

addressed in language beyond her comprehension, perhaps because she alwa

darling. How would you like to go to the Park and hunt up the girls? They'll have

with undignified haste. "I like you better'n butter

ay. But underneath Peggy's lightness of heart, and whole-souled participation in the afternoon's fun, a pleasant undercurrent of though