followed by Sue, and as we went out the door I saw them exchange an amused glance.

The walk proved so uneventful that I mentally kicked myself for my fears. We met no one on the way, and on leaving Mother, block from Aunt's, I felt pleased that I should be able to walk the rest of the way alone.

Martha, as usual, answered my ring, and on seeing me she cried out, "Miss Davy! I'm glad to see you. It's so nice that you came down that way. Don't you like those clothes a lot better than your nasty pants?"

"No! I do not! I only wore them to save the trouble of carry- ing them down and mine back."

"Oh come Davy," laughed Martha, "You know how nice they make you look. I'll bet you're going to wear them from now on." "No, I'm not!" I replied, as I walked up the stairs in a high dugeon.

"Hello Davy!" called Aunt, as I reached the top of the stairs, "I'm in the sewing room." I walked down the hall and into the room. When Aunt saw me, she cried, "Davy! You're wearing my clothes again," and jumping up she gave me an enthusiastic hug and kiss. "How nice it is to see you that way, she continued, "I've been thinking about you all day and hoping that you wouldn't be stubborn and refuse to wear them again--for we all liked you so much that way."

I grimaced at this, but Aunt only laughed, saying, "Oh Davy it isn't half so bad as you pretend--I'll bet you really like them, for everyone likes to masquerade."

"Well I don't! The only reason I'm wearing them is that Mother wanted a picture of me this way and being dressed I thought that it would be easier to wear them down than to carry them, and then my own back."

"But Davy, I sent your own clothes up this morning to save you the trouble of carrying them."

"Darn it!" I exclaimed.

"What am I to do?"

I was

At this Aunt broke into peals of laughter and answered, "There is nothing to do but wear my own clothes on home again." really angry by that time: but realizing that it would do no good