That Fortune

d brambles, Phil Burnett," and Celia, emerging from the thicket

said there were oceans of raspberries and blueberries, beginning to get ripe, an

down on the green moss, with his heels in the air, much more intent on the chatte

en?" asked Celia, in a tone inte

with the air of stating a general

e with you." And she pulled down some beech leaves

Philip, who began to be aware that

wreath." And then there was silence

you are tired. Tell me something abou

e looked at the boy in his country clothes and glanced at her own old frock and abraded s

e?" asked Philip. "I thou

ages, and the lovely dresses, and the churches full of nice people, and such beautiful music! And once mamma took me to the theatre. Oh, Phil, you ought to see a play, and the actors, all be-a-u-ti-fully dressed, and talking just like a party in a house, and dancing, and being funny, and some of it so sad

be an actress some day,

, in a tone of decision; "our minis

. "Much they know about

nce that she supposed it was wrong

, a good deal more than the people in the city go. I should like to see your aunt Patien

ed his eyes

ike, and what they are going to do, and then her little rooms are just like a scene on

ither combat it nor assent to it, further than to say, that his aunt

that her mother merely meant that the minister's sacerdotal character was not exactly his own character. Just as Philip noticed without being able to explain it that his uncle was one sort of a man in his religious exercises and observances and another sort of man in his dealings with him. Children often have recondite thoughts that do not get expression u

s?" asked Philip, pursuing his ow

ouldn't stay here, I can tell you. What are yo

suppose." Children are even more reticent than adults about revealing their inner lives, and Philip would not, even to Celia, hav

My cousin Jim has been all through college, and he doesn't do a thing except wear nice clo

id Philip, as if he were making a general and not a

nd wants to know what is the good of my reading about Africa and such things. Phil, don't you love to read about Africa, and the desert, and

ice says it's awful dangerous-fevers and wild beas

it costs like everything to

it, and give lectures,

ineer or a railroad man, or something like that, and make a heap of mon

Jim

t go to Africa, and he wanted to know what was the good of find

en, having moved so that he could see

tly; "he's horrid, but he

tled by this implication. And Celia, who had s

oing around with him? Aren't w

seeing the way to expand this top

go on our hill I'll ge

assafras, and

" And then there was a pause. "Celia, you didn't

o col

, don't they? I nev

chool. It's the hatefulest thing there is! It's nice to be a doctor and have your own horse, and go

ilip confessed,

hey are all made up. I can make 'em

could make up a story about Murad Ault, and how he

ent people in it, and have 'em talk, just as they do in books;

s in The Pirate's Own Book,

t, to read such a cruel thing,

said she was going to burn it u

exasperated Philip more than anything else his mentor had said or done, and he asserted his years o

replied Celia, with

t at conciliation, "we can get some tigerlilies, and wea

cious reply. And then the children trudged along