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Hattie, say to mamma I shall not be able to go out to-day." "Miss Regina, I was told to tell you that you must dress for the rehearsal, as Mrs. Palma will take you in the carriage." "Very well. I shall be ready, if go I must." "Bravo! How gracefully you break to harness! But when these Palmas hold the bit, it would be idle to plunge, kick, or attempt to run.

Emily Louise turned away her papa was that thing for lowered voice and bated breath her papa was a Republican. Then Emily Louise was a Republican also. Hattie said so; Aunt M'randa did not know. At twelve one begins determinedly to face facts. Yet the very next day Emily Louise made discovery that a greater than her papa had been that thing for lowered tones.

Old Nicholas nodded gravely, and at that moment Hattie came up, all in a flutter. "Father," said she quite appealingly, "I wisht you'd come over to supper. Luella an' Freeman Henry'll be there. It's a great day, an'" "Yes, I know 't is," answered Nicholas kindly. "I'm much obleeged, but Mary's goin' to eat with me. Mebbe we might look in, along in the evenin'. Come, Mary!"

It seemed as though Miss Lizzie did it to be mean. Then Emmy Lou's cheeks grew hot. She put the thought quickly away that she might forget it; but the wedge was entered. Teachers were no longer infallible. Emmy Lou had questioned the motives of pedagogic deism. And so Emmy Lou and Hattie were separated. But there were three new little girls near Emmy Lou. Their kid button-shoes had tassels.

Hattie Chapman stormed the fortress of boned turkey with a gusto equal to that of Laura, and made highly successful raids upon certain outlying salads and jellies. The young men were not in a very ravenous condition; they were, as I have said, a little nervous, and bent their energies principally to admiring the ladies and coquetting with pickled oysters.

She does not like dogs; once she was dreadfully bitten, almost torn to pieces by one, and very naturally she has developed no remarkable 'affinity' for them since that episode. Hattie will get you anything you need. Take your bath and go to sleep, and dream good-natured things about mamma."

They paced it quietly in the gloom, arm in arm, and their voices under darkness. "Next month is my New York trip. All of a sudden Effie begs I should take her. We'll all go. What you say, Hattie? It'll do us good." "You take the kid, I.W. Lizzie needs watching. Yesterday I had to make her do the whole butler's pantry over. She just naturally ain't clean."

"Who's your mos' nintimate friend?" was what Emmy Lou understood her to whisper. Emmy Lou had no idea what a nintimate friend might be. She did not know what to do. "Haven't you got one?" demanded Hattie. Emmy Lou shook her head. Hattie put her lips close to Emmy Lou's ear. "Let's us be nintimate friends," said Hattie. Though small in knowledge, Emmy Lou was large in faith.

"Yes, but I shouldn't call her a MARRYING saint," smiled Jane. "Well, I don't know about that," frowned Miss Flora thoughtfully. "Hattie always declared there'd be a match between her and Mr. Smith, you know." "Yes. But there wasn't one, was there?" twitted Jane.

It was a large church with high steps and a pillared portico, and its doors were open. "It's a band, and marching," said Hattie. The orphaned children hurried to the curb. A procession was turning the corner and coming toward them. On either sidewalk crowds of men and boys accompanied it. "It's a funeral," said Sadie, as if she intuitively divined the mournful.