her experience with Rose, she knew that her foster-child would be forced to bear th

as a visitor at the Wells home. The child was a sort of leader after a fashi

the children. The best thing was to put her with those who had kindness in their heart. She

ld be ready for the expense when it came. She would not deny Beth, but she could and would make sacrifices for herself. All winter, not a cent was spent needlessly. She sold her butter close, and studied her chicken

and had taught her all she knew. She had a tug at her heart strings that first morning in September when she walked in

this particular dress. It had been made from the linen sheets which Eliza's grandmother had woven and bleached. Eliza loved family traditions. She had thought a long time be

homestead led down a gradual slope. Here one could go by way of the public road, or take a little

he scene about her, or to pluck a bit of golden-rod or wild aster. Beth was flitting from flower to flower like a butterfly. Yet in the midst of her

had dried it up, so that now there was barely enough of it to make a gurgling sound. Once there had been fields along the stream. An apple orch

ad left standing, was a small house built of square timbers. Wild ampelopsis were clambering over it everywhere. A br

e colors and vines and bending branches of oak had made it a beautiful place. The Oliver place, people called it; but nothing rema

t had always been attractive to her, even when she was a child. It was mellow

ran back and stood beside her. There was a moment's silence, u

ertish' for a play-house. When Helen brings her cousin over to

a. "The place may be full of snakes. Old h

them, couldn't

"Just stay away. Then I'll feel s

m held more than books. Children were built up, strengthened and made happy. She believed firmly that one can be happy only by being of some use in the world. She considered it sinful to be depressed and blue; for such an attitude of mind show

e said after greeting her visitors. "I am

her up to this time. Of course I had to do some st

Why not continue

nd Algebra. I've never had them. I know nothing of Botany. I kn

the reply. "What matters it if Beth begins Latin! If y

Why, Miss Harm

ou and I are babies yet with a lot of glorious things to learn. Mind is not

from the light. It had been so different from what every one else thought, that she had believed it must be wrong.

nd. We can find joy in living, spontaneity in a

hat I know what I'm talking about. I'm ten years older than you-you have been thinking all the while that I'm much younger. Do you kno

hat line, but I never could talk of it to any one. It seemed as though no one

ieved something else. We can't depend upon our friends for some things. Each one of us must be a Columbus and discover

ame trooping in. Miss Eliza arose to lea

s. You'll regret it if you do. Some time when I have leisure I would like to talk

uld tell her own possibilities, her own capabilities, until she cast aside prejudice, servitude to customs which were accepted

Her white dress had been mended, but it was the perfection of daintiness. She

on," cried a merry voice. "I declare I'm a

en stop. Doctor Dullmer, smilin

dn't see you. I was preo

I'm not surprised. That's the way I'm being treated these days. Handsom

'll walk down to the crossroads with you. It is unseemly that a young girl like you should be roaming the streets

ing of the State Road, Doctor Dullmer pointed across the river to where the base of the mountains spread out into a broad level plain, fully a hundred yards higher than the valley in which Farwell lay. The view from this

coats and low-cut vests. We are getting on. We will have a summer hotel there, and the fashionables will come and tell us what beautiful

gaze quizzica

r frock and putting a tail to your skirt. That's the fashionable caper for women,

kmen excavating. She had heard rumors of a sum

doctor's words about evening go

a robe of-. But this is anticipating. Why speak of it now, when she herself never suspected