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The hateful entreaty still ht, as she fell asleep; and she passed into the beginnings of a drea the surface of her pillow in belated repartee And upon waking, though it was Sunday, her first words, half slus!" Her faculties beca the preparation of a toilet that was to serve not only for breakfast, but with the addition of gloves, a hat, and a blue-velvet coat, for Church and Sunday-school as well; and she planned a hundred vengeances That is to say, her mind did not occupy itself with plots possible to mentary visions that love to overlap and displace one another upon the changeful retina of the ly she seemed to be some sort of deathly powerful Queen of Poetry, the postures assuures of Messrs Atwater and Rooter (both in an extres) were miserably suppliant So she soothed herself a little--but not long Herbert, in the next pew, in church, and Henry in the next beyond that, were perfect coness They were cold, contented, aristocratic; and had an i between themselves (even then perceptible to the sensitive Florence) that she was a nuisance now capably disposed of by their beautiful discovery of "Say not so!" Florence's feelings were unbeco to the place and occasion

But at four o'clock, that afternoon, she was assuaged into a reement made in Sunday-school, of the popular Miss Patty Fairchild

Patty was thirteen and a half; an exquisite person with gold-dusted hair, eyes of singing blue, and an alluring air of sweet self-consciousness Henry Rooter and Herbert Illingsworth Atwater, Jr, out gathering news, saw her entering Florence's gate, and iot that they were reporters They beca toward the house of their newspaper's sole poetess

Florence and Patty occupied themselves indoors for half an hour; then went out in the yard to study a mole's tunnel that had interested Florence recently They followed it across the lawn at the south side of the house, discussing the habits of y; and finally lost the track near the fence, which was here the "side fence" and higher than their heads Patty looked through a knot-hole to see if the tunnel was visible in the next yard, but, without reporting upon her observations, she turned, as if carelessly, and leaned back against the fence, covering the knot-hole