The Story Girl

d for mats and cushions, he was kept in durance vile in the granary until he had licked his fur clean. This treatment being repeated every day for

uggested that each of the pupils should try to see how much money he or she could raise for the project duri

pupil should collect the largest sum; and this r

ew we must depend on our own exertions. Peter was handicapped at th

way he might have given me something too. But I'm going to do the best I can anyhow. Your Aunt Olivia says

ts a week for washing dishes in their respective homes. Felix and Dan contracted to keep the gardens fr

e school library project, and would not give Sara a cent, or put her in any way of earning one. To Sara, this was humiliation indescribable. She felt hers

d to send me some money," she

. "He gives lots of things, but he doesn't give m

ionate defiance. "I think He ou

s poured balm. "If you can't collect any mo

ngle book in the library if I can't

s never do," Felicity informed him. Felix pretended not to hear her, but I knew he did, because his ears grew red. Felix's face never blushed, but his ears al

eeds," said the Story Girl dreamily. "

n the wrong place," sa

suppose they will be flower

ch queer things,

"It looks just like the face of a clock, and there are flowers in

had one here,"

Story Girl a little disdainfully. "Nobody

ake a dose of magic seed. I had bought it from Billy Robinson three days

I wanted to be taller than he was. So when Billy confided to me, under solemn promise of secrecy, that he had some "magic seed," which would make boys grow, and woul

l of magic seed. It was an awful experience. I haven't much left, but I guess I've enough to do me till I'm as tall as I want to be. You must take a pinch of t

ut I vowed I WOULD like him in future. I paid him the ten cents cheerfully and took the magic seed as directed, measuring myself care

ory Girl had a

d," she said. "I am sure no one else has asked them, because nobody in Carlisle is relate

tric personages; and Mr. Campbell was supposed to detest children. But where the Story Girl l

r school clothes were good enough to go "traipsing about in the dust." Then the Story Girl arrived, arrayed not in any second best but in her very best dress and hat, which her father had sent her from Paris-a dress of soft, crimson silk, and a white leghorn hat encircled

best clothes to go begging for the

erview with a man you ought to look your very best," said the Stor

spoils you,"

ia is just sweet. She kisses me good-night ev

ommon," retorted Felicity. "But she

s Aunt

ze of the pieces! And Aunt Olivia only giv

s good as your mother's cream

cemaker. "It's such a nice day, and we'll have

nd I like Aunt Olivia. But my mother is

t Janet is splendid,"

irl were really quite fond of each other, under the queer su

about the Awkward Man," said F

, I don't know the whole story. But I'll tell you all I

aid Felicity. "I believe Mrs. Griggs was ju

e Awkward Man's lane. Mrs. Griggs makes his bread for him, and she cleans up his house now and then. She says he keeps it very neat. But till last fall there was one room she never saw. It was always locked-the west one, looking out over his garden. One day last fall the Awkward Man went to Summerside, and Mrs. Griggs scrubbed his kitc

beard's chamber?" suggest

The floor was covered with a carpet like green velvet. There were fine lace curtains at the windows and beautiful pictures on the walls. There was a little white bed, and a dressing-table, a bookcase full of books, a stand with a work basket on it, and a rocking-chair. There was a woman's picture above the bookcase. Mrs. Griggs says she thinks it was a coloured photograph, but she didn't know who it was. Anyway, it was a very pretty girl. But the most amazing thing of all was that A WOMAN'S DRESS was han

said Felix. "I wonder if i

Girl. "I am going to get acquainted with the Awkward

. "He never goes anywhere except to church. He just stays home and r

the secret of the west room to a little girl. And I mustn't wait till I'm TOO old, for he is frightened of grown-up girls, because he thinks the

er his own feet," said Felicity. "And then the look of him! Un

s college course. He went to college two years, you know. Then his father died, and he stayed home with his mother because she was very delicate. I call him a hero. I wonder if it is true that

dress story is true, I'd believe

hing about the three square windows in the second story gave it an appearance of winking at us in a friendly fashion through i

and he gave us a quarter apiece for our library. He did not seem awkward o

threads his rather long black hair. He had large hands and feet, and walked with a slight stoop. I am afraid we stared at him rather rudely while the Story Girl talked to him.

we all liked him-and this, although he had said lit

e it. And now for Mr. Campbell. It was on HIS account I put on my red silk. I don't s