Real Folks

leasant group of streets down there on the level stretching away to the river, and called them by fresh, fragrant, country-suggesting names. Names of trees and fields and gardens, fruits and

e still, though they are built in closely now, for the most part, and coarse, com

ack times, as you go by; and here and there, if you could get into the life of the neighborhood, you might perhaps find a household keepin

o stretch his control over them as long as he could, and keep them for families; therefore he valued them at such rates as they would bring for dwellings; he would not

en Miss Craydocke came back it would be a neighborhood, and they could go round; now it was only back and forth between them and him and Rachel Froke. There were othe

everybody; not even if everybody had been

isters who keep school have another; and Miss Craydocke calls her house the Beehive, and buzzes up and down in it, and out and in, on little "seeing-to" errands of care and kindness all day long, as never any queen-bee did in any beehive before, but in a way that makes her more truly queen than any sitting in the middle cell of state to be fed on royal jelly. Behind the Beehive, is a garden, as there should be; great patches of lily-of-the valley grow there that Miss Craydocke ties up bunches from in the spring and gives away to little children, and carries into all the sick rooms she knows of, and the poor places. I always think of those lilies of the valley when I think of Miss Craydocke. It seem

the biggest globes they can, of white and purple and rose, as if it were to make the last glory the best, and

to know it is all there. She has a use for everything as fast as it comes, and a work to do for everybody, as fast as she finds them out. And everybody,-almost,-catches it as she goes along, and around her there is always springing

sly; but the wind wrung handfuls of drops suddenly from the cloud

indow, in "mother's room," where each had a corner, could see across; and had got into the way of innocent watching. Up in Ho

,' that you used to have, what the woman said about the human nature of the beans? It's in beans, and birds, and bird's nests

w-sill, and looked straight over int

w, said to his sister in th

There's that bright

we can take in! She brings her own seat and her own window; a

shutter. She always goes out with a music roll in her hand. I wonder whether she gives or

y. "Most people do. Why don't you pu

so I

rs, with green ivy leaves, in a tall gray glass vase. Rachel

at girl seems as if she would almost reach across after them. P

em over some," said

le in the house, and I don't know their na

one of these days. Never mind; I'll fetch thee more to-morrow; and thee'll

n the curb-stone before she crossed, and looked up at those second story windows. Hazel watched her. She h

rl started f

azel saw them toget

ld read without hearing, from the parted lips, on the one side, and the quiet, unflutterable gray bonnet calm

out of sight of people. What did you say to her, Mrs. Froke?" she asked, as t

try, knew how good flowers were to strangers in the town, and

across from window to window, and she flushed more, till the tears sprun

with Dorris Kincaid's lov

it all, right off so, Mrs. Froke. I don't s

clattering heeled boots. Desire Ledwith

o be where it was all-togetherish. It never is at our h

so elegant," said Hazel, ca

. I had a call yesterday, all to myself," she went on, with a sudden change of tone and topic. "Agatha was hopping and I wouldn't tell her what I said, or how I behaved

ing down!" said Diana,

"You've got to keep me all day, now. How will you g

mistress. And for getting home, it is but just round the corner. But there is no need

nd she put her elbows up on her knees, and held her thumbs against her ears, and her fingers across her forehead; sitting squarely opposite the

, before there were such places made for people! What if they had got into their first scratchy little houses, and sat behind the logs as we do behind glass windows and thought, as I was thinking, how nice it was just to be covered up from the rain? Is it all finished now? Ha

thee ask m

now not anything,'-Tennyson and I! But you seem so-pacified-I s

kely. There's no little groove or moulding or fitting or finish, but is a bit of some

to buy and employ and encourage; and that spending money helps all the

ite of the world," sai

as given out no such portion as that, I do believe. We can

a great bunch of white lilies, grounding it with olive. It's lovely; but I'd rather have made the lilies. She'll give it to mother, and then Glossy will come and spend the winter with us. Mrs. Mig is going to Nassau with a sic

r does thee either, y

ers. "I've no right, I solemnly think, to help such stuff out into the wor

publisher. What he had to work on this morn

nzine for whiskey. Real things are bad enough, for the most part, in this world; but when it comes to sham fictions and a

aid Dorris. "And you know you're not respo

but genuine work; work that the world wa

ime, while yo

rris, dear; it came truly into my head, that minute, about the Temptation in the Wildernes

anything heartily b

might be wanted somewhere else. And perhaps I

old on to it;" said Dorris.

is city, waiting for a name or a chance to make one, as I am.

repeated Dorris. "You are morbid, K

s trying to hitch on to every coach. I'

ou were ever leaning up against a wall. Do you know, Kentie, life seems to me like the game we used to play at home in the twilight. When we shut our eyes and let each other lead us, until we did not know where we were going, or

taken up a

d faces! See this man who puts in big capitals: 'Lost! $5,000! $1,000 reward!' and then tells you, in small type, that five thousand dollars are lost every year by breaking glass and china, that his cement will mend! What business has he to cry 'Wolf!' to the h

ame not to condemn the world, but to save it

he rain; it is strange what chords one catches that do not catch each

; and afterward he had died leaving his children little beside their education, which he thanked God was secured, and a good repute that belo

one of James R. Kincaid and Company. He would have none of it. He told his uncle plainly that he wanted real work; that he had not come back from fighting to-well, there he stopped, for he could not fling the truth in his uncle's face; he said there were things he meant to finish learning, and would try to do; and if nobody wanted them of him he would learn something else that was needed. So with what wa

ginning again, after a pause in wh

ittle plaster legs and toes and things hanging round everywhere. She thinks it is something great; but it's only Mig, after all. Everything is. Florence Migs into music. And I won't Mig, if I

" said Mrs. Ripwinkley, gently, "and tha

lvet prayer-book, and she blacks her eyelashes and goes to church. We've all been baptized, and we've learned the Lord's Prayer, and we're all Christians. What is t

the first thing the Lord does for us. It was the first thing He did for the world. Then He said

of it, and there were no holes in the hours either. "Whether she was most bird or bee, it was hard to tell," her mother said of her; from the time she used to sweep and dust her garret baby-house along the big beams in the old house at Homesworth, and make little cheeses, and set them to press in wooden pill-boxes from which she had punched the bottoms

pleasant that she was in or doing. Hazel sought out new and blessed inventions. "There was always something coming to the child that wouldn't ever have come

to poetry" in any light whatsoever; but what she meant by this