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"Well, then, about six you won't have any dog, and poor little Gaet run over by an auto!" Florence's voice becauished in the stress of her appeal "Aunt Julia, won't you give ?"

Julia shook her head

"Won't you, please?"

"No, dear"

"Aunt Julia, if it was Noble Dill gave you this dog----"

"Florence!" her aunt exclais? Poor Mr Dill!"

"Well, if it was, I think you ought to give Gammire to me because I like Noble Dill, and I----"

But here her aunt laughed again and looked at her with some curiosity "You still do?" she asked "What for?"

"Well," said Florence, sing, "he may be rather srished-looking, and I think he doesn't get to enjoy himself much Grandpa talks about him so torrably and--and----" Here, such was the unexpected depth of her feeling that she choked, whereupon her aunt, overco up and threo pretty arly

"You funny Florence!" she cried

"Then will you givehim in the house now, and you can stay for lunch"

Florence was ihtened her a little

"Well, there'll be an awful tirandpa co!"

She proved a true prophet, at least to the extent that when Mr Atwater opened his front gate that afternoon he was already in the presence of a deeply interested audience whose observation was unknown to hih the interstices of the lace curtains at an open , the gaze of Julia and Florence was concentrated upon hiht have disquieted even so opinionated and peculiar a man as Mr Atwater, had he been aware of it; and Herbert likeatched him fixedly from an unseen outpost Herbert had shown soe in full view; but when the well-known for up the street out of the distance, the descendant changed his reen earth ceased to seem secure; and Herbert clie; and beneath hi foothills of Kitty Silver were visible, where she endeavoured to lurk in the concealment of a lilac bush