Dorothy at Skyrie

ses along the way saw the contestants in a case of law

haughty, the former chatting most pleasantly with the cripple facing her. Behind the carriage walked Mrs. Calvert and Mrs

'd think she was just starting out in life instead of being so nigh the end of it, and I guess she thought I was s'prised to hear her tell. Because she caught me looking at her once, right sharp, and she laughed and said: 'I'm one of the people who can't settle down, I'm so many years young!' Why, she might have been Dolly, even, she was so full of fun over the way that lawsuit ended. I know 'twas that that pleased her so, though she never mentioned it from the time we left the shop till we got back to Skyrie. Well, green currants

he haunts of justice proved a very enjoyable one to the rather lonely little woman fro

already chatting with him as if they had always known each other. To both the world of "outdoors" meant everything. To him because of the

t fishing in the Merry Chanter, my catboat, I'll coax sister to go, too, and you must come with us. If she will! But Helena's such a 'fraid-cat and Miss Milliken-she's my sister's governess-is about as bad. There's som

plain Doro

the minute I looked at you. I-you're not a goody-good girl

d I'm not often afraid of-things. But I am of folk

ut of a book, your being stolen was. But nev

said Dorothy, wi

an old fellow at the Landing generally goes out with me and the rest the boys. H

nev

a camp set up on the old Point, last year. I haven't been over there yet, this summer, but it's all mine anyhow. When it came fall and the others h

ington Market. Five or ten cents a bunch, according to the size. I always tried to save up and get a big bunch for mother Martha on her birthday. I used to envy the boys that had them for

ch of flowers. Instantly, he was filled with keen compassion for this down-trodden little maid who was denied the use of abundant pocket money, and with as great an indignation against the parents who would so mistreat a child-such a pretty child as Dorothy C. Of course, it was because the niggardly creature

know what it means. All the better, too, if you've been rowing for practice all morning. Old Joe Wampers coaches college crews even yet, and once he went over with Columbia to Henley. That's the time he tells about whenever he gets a chance. 'The time of his life' he calls it, and that's not slang, either. Say. What's to hinder our doing it right now? This very afternoon-morning, for that matter, though it's getting rather late to go before lunch, I suppose. I'll tell you! Just you mention to your folks that you're going on the river, this afternoon, and I'll coax mother to mak

y tumbled over each other in their rapidity,

will not. Nothin

ous that anybody, least of all an inexperienced girl, should

'flopping' fish! I couldn't. I wouldn't-not for a

dabbling your hand in it, and pulling out great, sweet-smelling flowers? 'Course, you needn't see the shad 'flop.' I only said that t

less, even. And I'm disappointed too. You didn't look like a boy who would"-Dorot

ckens?" demanded this teasing lad, as he quieted his horse and prepared to mount, though at the same time managing

then laughed,

have; but-seems to me now

; and-Good-morni

hes, and sitting the fiery Bucephalus with such ease that lad and steed seemed but part and parcel of each other. Yet his whole m

o much better looking and richer. Poor Jim! He felt so ashamed to have made everybody so much trouble. I wish-I wis

ll!" were the reflections of the young horseman, as he ga

ul to Mrs. Chester, during that homeward walk, was far less interesting to herself than the fragments of talk which reached her from the girl

l? Isn't he the sort of boy yo

the hand held toward her and she answered readily

And Jim Barlow will not kill anything. He simply will not. Even old Mrs. Stott had to kill her own poultry for the market though she'd strap him well for refusing. All the reason he'd tell her was that he could not make anything live, so he didn't thin

o familiarly in Archibald Montaigne's carriage and talking-Well, talking almost as his little daughter has been doing with her new friend. I overheard Mrs. Montaigne mention something about having once been a patient at a hospital in our city and that was the 'open sesame' to 'Johnnie's' confidence. Oh! it's a dear old world, isn't it? Where enemies can change into

course, when Dolly got home," responded Mrs. Chester. "Yet what an angry, disgu

er when Dorothy cast a last

do you suppose he didn't come

ance with the lad I judge that to be his principal idea. His duty, this morning, would have been the transplanting of the celery seedlings, which yesterday's events delayed. If we could look through the trees between us and my vegetable garden I believe we should see him bending o

ell along with his work while they were thus discussing him. But both his new mistress and Dorothy promptly for

orses in amazement, though he as swiftly resumed his ordinary imp

the first to voice her astonishment. Yet she wondered if she heard aright when, clasping her hands in dismay, Mrs. Ches

hat dreadful a