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The boarders dressed or not as they chose, but as a rule they played up to Miss Oleander's role of hostess and appeared at dinner in festive raiment. The table was set with care and taste, but Josie found the food no better than the one meal she had eaten at Mrs. Pete's in Dorfield. Mrs.

Had she not known her so well, Mary Louise would have felt that Josie had deliberately insulted her. As it was, she blamed her friend for inexcusable affectation. "I'm not sure," she reflected, "that a girl can be a detective a regular detective without spoiling her disposition or losing to some an extent her maidenly modesty.

First Josie ordered oatmeal and cream; then toast and scrambled eggs; and topped it all off with pancakes and maple syrup. She noticed that although the children were almost starving their table manners were good. "Gently reared!" she said to herself. "My, but it's been a long time since " began Polly, and then stopped short. "Since what?" "Nothing!

Josie wished they might try the harp and see how it would sound, but no one would propose it if Miss Lois was so poorly. "It's very queer," said Hanny. "She played for me once. The strings are rusted and broken, and it sounds just like the ghost of something, as if you were going way, way back. I didn't like it." The German woman was out in the kitchen and gave them each a piece of cake.

"Yes Madge, I will stay. My brothers are in Philadelphia and the dear old home would seem very lonely." Helen was about to say more but the unceremonious arrival of Josie Jordan brought it to an abrupt end. "Well, of all things! You girls here! I do think I am mean to come when I wasn't sent for. Now Madge Verne, you are one of the meanest girls I ever met."

One glance at the woman's ungloved hands made Josie wonder at the well-kept nails and dimpled knuckles. "No horny-handed daughter of toil, at least," was her mental note. She then instinctively glanced at the woman's feet. "Too well shod for the serge suit," was her verdict, "high arched triple A with French heels, about a five, which is small for a person of her height.

Josie expected momentarily to be interrupted, so she conducted her search as rapidly as was consistent with thoroughness. She paid no attention to the card scraps but all papers she smoothed out, one by one. Finally, with a little cry of triumph, she thrust one of these into her handbag.

When the family is at home now, there seems often to be some strange gentleman with them." "Fortune-hunters, I suppose," said Charlie, with some indignation. "Well, the course of true love never has, and never will run quite as it ought, I suppose. And how do all the Longbridge people come on? How is Uncle Josie?" "Very well, indeed; just as good as ever to us. You must go to see him to-morrow."

Danny Dexter and Miss O'Gorman think old Sally Blossom is a peacherino." The man took the letter, which was written on Higgledy-Piggledy paper and in Josie's best handwriting. In it the cleverness of Miss Sally Blossom was lauded to the skies. Josie blushed through her paint as he read it aloud. "To think of my having the nerve to say all that about myself!" flashed through her mind.

"I am not at all sure scroobing isn't Irish and cuke for cook might be any old language. The poor man has got an awful backache, Josie O'Gorman, and you ought to feel sorry for him." In less than an hour Josie was summoned to her master's bedside. "The letters are written, and a hard job it was, too, with this infernal lumbago getting me if I so much as lift a finger.