The Corner House Girls at School

ordered Willow Street, and the old Corner House was right acro

" where the local militia-hands drilled) were the principal public buildings of the town,

tant church edifices, too, faced the great, open common. Interspersed were the better residences of Milton. Some of th

g to enter; the old one was now given over to the manual training departments. The grammar and primary school was a large, s

ilton schools for the forthcoming year. There was Neale O'Neil. The Kenways knew by the way h

not seen Mr. Howbridge, and they had decided that the boy was a ve

he was so busy helping the girls clean house, he had kept his eyes and ears open for a permanent lodging.

d the oldest Corner House girl. "I am s

Neale, grinning quickly at her

n, w

. You see, I won't be far from you girl

g to live wit

comes in and 'does' for him, as he calls it. He needs a chap like me to gi

e you are not leaving us for any foolish reason. You

n't need me here. I can feel more independent over there at M

Call said-and Saturday was given up to preparing for the c

s' winter nursery. All summer the little girls had played in the rustic house in the g

one to play with their dolls. For her dolls were of as much importance to Dot as her own eating or sleeping. She lived in a little world of her own wit

wing with their bed chambers, and which was heated from t

oiled out of the garden, and up the porch steps, and through the

ith an order just as Dot was toilin

with all that load, Miss Dorothy?" She was a special f

s and me," said Dot, with a sigh. "I'm just as m

h steps and Sandyface came,

sat right down in the middle of my Alice-doll's old cradle, and on her best knit cover

led Mr. Stetson. "Don

out and they're moulting-I heard Ruth say so. So why not cats? An

n of yours-Bungle, did you c

ow?" asked Dot, in

confessed Mr. Stetson. "Di

s,

t pois

, n

own

, s

teal it?" queri

ind

hurt in

, s

ceryman, "I can't guess. W

ot, "he growe

s to me," Dot said, seriously, to Tess, "that it don't take so much to

cle Rufus and Mrs. MacCall that forenoon, and had promised Ruth to come back for supper

ast, noticed the change in him, and, "harking back," she began to realize that the change had

t afternoon. It was Agnes who came across Neale O'Neil in the big pharmacy on the

you buying?" Sometimes Agnes' cur

turned his back on the counter to greet Agnes. "An ounce of question-powders to make

un

ale O'Neil. "That's the most preposterous looking

ded Agnes, with ra

ot by the Corner House girls, but Agnes saw his expression change suddenly

t get mad," she

way without further remark. Agnes chanced to notice that the other bottles the

rphy is awfully bald on top," thought Agnes, and th

mised to be there. But when they filed in just before the sermon they saw n

in our pew," whisp

t Sa

n seat across the aisle," sa

sped Ruth. "But what ha

the long windows on the side of the church shone upon Neale's thick thatch of hair with iridescent g

Agnes, with awe. "Where's

said Ruth, and then they reache

ls and Mrs. MacCall filed in without disturbing him.

ant to do that

responded, trying

ix your hair

me 'tow-head,'" he

him when they got up to sing, she started, s

with that boy's head?" she whispered

hair grew dryer, the sun shining upon his head revealed a wealth of

e roots. The dye would have been a success for an Easter egg, but as an applic

h in the exhibition. The pastor discovered it harder than ever that morning to hold the attention of certain irreverent o

was quite unconscious of the result of the dye upon his hair. As the minutes passed and

's boots down the aisle. Agnes flashed a look over her shoul