Molly Brown's Junior Days

oked at her anxiously. She seemed to be sleeping heavily, but she tossed a

re up again, tipping about like two wraiths

es any tea," said Molly. "She's awake. I saw

the basin and towels. There was a strange look in her eyes. Molly remembe

like that." She illustrated her ideas of these strange beings by sketching a picture on an imaginary canvas. "They lean against slim trees. They have soft musical voices and speak gently because they are sweet. You see? And the Land of Niter, w

sible not to laugh over her strange, poetic illusion regarding sweet spirits

That will quench her thirst and nourish her at the same time. Good heavens,

Nance." Molly had a deep-rooted objection to medicine, while Nance, on the other hand, was a firm believer in old-fashioned remedies. "Her stoma

d at Molly'

motions and the stomac

ith her friend, the actual proprietor of a real medicine chest marked "H

orse and finally sorrow, or it might be called self-pity, which inspired her to launch a canoe and paddle into the middle of the lake at midnight. It will never be known how near she came to jumping into the lake. It is difficult to reckon w

for more

lly," she suggested, while she stirred the tea.

thing with Judy? What she needs is absolute quiet, and the quinine has probably excited her and made her del

isn't a stim

r not be upset any more," and

bathe Judy's face, she found

irmly. "You're to have a nice quiet d

nce, Molly, the slipper, have you seen the slipper, the old oaken slipper, the iron-bound slipper that hangs in t

h, but Molly could no

t, "that Judy could be more deli

ea without a murmur. She appeared greatly refreshed and quiet

its message to unbelievers. It was a cheerful sound and, in spite of Judy's troubles, they felt comforted. The steam heat began its pleasant matins in the pipes. The kettl

d, "and then you can come back and

e china bowl full of oranges in the center. Then she carefully extracted four eggs from a paper bag in a box on the outer window ledge; cut four thin,

g," she said, "I would be eati

up. Judy was stand

said, "I want

nd and gently led

strong, hot coffee?" she asked, endeavorin

ipper--" Judy began to

s and gravely handed it to Judy, who grasped it carefully with

infant and put a changeling in its place," Molly observed later, in telling about this incident to Nan

" asked Nance, ignoring Mo

eling slipper? U

e la

ther slipper. I don't feel as if I could sleep comfortably another night in these rooms with the

peeling the shell fr

e this afternoon?" she asked. "How lo

e trouble. Quinine doesn't usually make people take on so. I never met any one so excitable and high strung

e ought to confess the wh

y would ever forg

y si

the original cause, those wretched Shakespeareans. It would be pretty hard on poor old Judy. But

afternoon and get the thing off our minds. Then all evidence will be

bout the visitor to o

isitor. Who was she? What did she want?

valuable enough to steal except old

bookshelves and shook him carefully.

chairs, with extra cups of coffee resting on the chair arms, to conside

nything, accepted this position of trust without a comment. Few students took Sunday morning walks at Wellington, and therefore morning was the safest time for the expedition. Judy, re?nforced with a soft-boiled egg and a cup of coffee, appeared perfectly rational and qu

e, fork and table spoon for digging purposes in the other, the two girls presently left Otoyo on

that slipp

se, with a puzzled lo

ly not to meet intimate friends, Molly and Nance

so am I. I was just on the lookout for somebody. Girls here are so industr

e courage of Nance, who with a word could scatter M

ht disconsolately. "But I couldn't crush a fly

, and let Nance have a cl

mpany, Miss Higgins, but we must beg t

ristian spirit," cried Minerva, with an

scuss, that's all. You mustn't imagine it's unkind when older girls turn you down sometimes. You know it isn't customary here

e, was Minerva's better self which Molly hoped to reach, and s

snobs! I know all about them," exclaimed Minerva angrily

s a hopeless case, just as Ma

faces toward Round Head as being the spot most apt to be deserted at that ho

rest, poor weary little so

ly. "Behind one of those big rocks is a good spot. We'

G A SMALL GRAVE FOR JU

e entirely innocent of any wrongdoing, they set

the Day of Judgment, Nance, do you su

ek it any sooner,"

, carefully covered it with earth, and concealed all evidences

the side of the boulder and

s be its

e wide and

rave and

live and

me down w

e verse you

s where he

sailor, home

er home from

t have been a part of the geological formation of the hill, planted there centuries ago. Molly felt the hot blood mount to her face. How long had he been there? How much had he seen? What did he think? Forcing its way through all these wil

T as plainly as if it had been writt

e cried, and bu

Nance reassured her. "Don't mind, Mo

herself. He believed, of course, that she had gone rowing with some Exmoor boys after ten o'clock. He had heard the story of the slipper. Everyb

o explain," she exclaimed, as she followed

little while later, they saw by Otoy

" they deman

ble Mees Heegins. You had but scarcely departing gone when there came to the door a rap

of Minerva forcing her w

ness to her head.' She say: 'Move away, little yellow peril. Don't interfere with me. I wi

do, Otoyo?" they

expression half humoro

you angry with lit

ourse not

oy jiu

and Otoyo, relieved, j

hock, because it arrive so suddenlee, you se

Japanese girl," cried

door and peeped

etly, the slipper cl