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"I expect," said Florence, after pondering seriously for a little while--"I expect it would take quite some time to dry them"
"No doubt But I'd rather you didn't assist I'd rather you weren't even around looking on, Florence"
A shade fell upon her niece's face at this "Why, Aunt Julia, I couldn't do any harhed "That's the trouble; you never do 'just look' at anything you're interested in, and, if you don't ot rather a record, dear! Now, don't you care: you can find lots of other pleasant things to do at ho now and----"
"Well----" Florence said, o out by the front door, child," Julia suggested, with a little watchful urgency "You coot used to the place, and you can look at them all you want to"
"Well, I just----"
But as Florence seeer, her aunt's manner beca position
"No, I really mean it! Fifi and Miree, and I don't kno et them for me They're entirely different fro happens to them, after all the trouble papa's ht to a sanitarium! No, Florence, you keep away from the kitchen to-day, and I'd like to hear the front door as you go out"
"Well," said Florence; "I do wish if these cats are as fine as all that, it was Noble Dill that gave 'eave 'em to you, wouldn't you?"
"No, I wouldn't"
"Well----" Florence said again, and departed
Twenty is an unsuspicious age, except when it fears that its dignity or grace ht have been a "bad sign" in revelation of Julia Atwater's character if she had failed to accept theas a token that her niece had taken a complete departure for home A supplemental confirmation came a moment later, fainter but no less conclusive: the distant slaate; and it made a clear picture of an obedient Florence on her homeay Peace came upon Julia: she read in her book, while at tiraceful arroped in a dark shelter beneath her couch to make a selection, merely by her well-experienced sense of touch, from a frilled white box that lay in conceal forth a crystalline violet becoar, or a bit of fruit translucent in hardened sirup, she would delicately set it on the way to that attractive dissolution hoped for it by the wistful donor--and all without re her shadowy eyes fronified rhyer in her beautiful relative's thoughts