Jimmy, Lucy, and All

Katharine? And pra

She held her mother's hand and talked fast, tho

schools? They're very common nowadays. In the summer, you kno

tand. But it didn't occur to me that my little da

around here," making a sweeping gesture toward the cottages and "bunk houses" that dotted the

ssi

so doubtful that her

owledge is not all that is required in a teacher. Coul

rl's head dro

you are onl

everybody says, don't you know,

of quiet amusement on her listener's fa

they don't know much here, mamma,-the families that live

rved. A great s

, resolutely. "A young girl taught it who boarded

dee

ch as well as she did anyway, mamma, for she

unlee was serious enough now. "To b

t what Miss Severance did. Of course I wouldn

ow and regarded her

fancy for teaching, dear? It's all new to me. What f

illowbrook last summer and heard Grandma Parlin talk about her first school. Why, don'

tood it all now, a

imagine she was filling her great grand-d

that was seventy years ago. Grandma Parlin wouldn't advise a girl of fou

se sides' and all that! But there's one thing I could do!" exclaimed the little girl, brightening. "I could make the children 'toe the mark'; wouldn't that

atter were all arranged and she could al

can discuss the matter seriously. First, would your papa consent? Second, would you

see, oh, yes," sa

little faster and join the others.

dwelling on the zebra cat just presented her by the "knitting-woman," she would have observed at once that mamma and Ky

how you the funniest sight! I don't beli

Bab had made of herself, by a new style of dressing her hair. The two little girls were, as I have told you, as differe

t like Bab's, and had often tried to braid it down her back; but as the bra

d come to a place where everybody was "on holiday," the m

nes; their hats were alike; and, as for their hair, they we

tle souls had said to each other; and this was perhaps one re

ctly awful!'

he night before on as many as twenty curl-papers. Before starting for the air-castle she had taken out some of the

o seek advice. Aunt Lucy looked her ov

y more papers, Bab. Let 'em be, so you ca

the other curls left in the papers. The effect was most surprising. It made Bab's head so much higher than usual that she was as ta

! But she couldn't, and the momen

ra!" and turne

e would have said the child looked

Hale to Mrs. Dunlee. " But those topknots will have to

ge tree. The mountain air was doing them good, and they

the air-castle and were shouting with all their might. The children ran, a

, when they were all within sight of it. "It

ng little house had been tucked into the crack. It was built of small stones. It had two real windows with

said Uncle James. "Do you observe

t it?" asked Aunt Vi;

don't blame him, do you? He wanted a nice, quiet place where he could read a

st say it is the most solid one I ever heard of! It doesn't l

," said Mrs. Dunlee. "Real granite; and there's a l

's the Mexican flag!" But she had known that at a glance. The colors were red, white

Nate, and would have lifted the knocker if

to do the knocking, or at any rate to tell them when to knock. Nate himself had n

nt view; but Bab and Lucy were looking for the two toads who had been seen going

Uncle James, "for you would like to

his air-castle," said Aunt V

died las

dying means "going up in the sky." "What made

ed most tenderly and unexpectedly, "Isn

my son?" she asked, wond

s sweet little speech his mother caught him up i

if we can enter the castle. 'Open l

pounded with a will. There w

us," said Uncle James, taking

he keeper

whatever

ck, the door opened at once, a

"He said the castle was as empty as a last year's bird's

nd nothing in 'em at all! Oh, Bab, let's you and I bring some di

it looks bare enough. Just a table in the

to stand in the door and look down, down, and see Castle Cliff

the sound: it was that of an angry ratt

unlee

s, and keep the children here. James

baby rabbit. The little "cotton-tail" was running for the castle as fast as he could, intending to hide in a hole under the door-stone. But he never would have reached the door-stone alive, poor little trembling creature, if Mr. Dunlee and Uncle James had not come up just in time to finish the cruel s

he friends all met again at table they k

had disappeared; and I am glad to say that sh

the door of her mother's room she

Why, how that would

or fear of listening; bu

o say 'yes.' He'll talk to Mr. Templeton, and I ju