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"Oh, but we have to dance, Cloudy; that's ridiculous! And you aren't used to dances, or you wouldn't say so Can't you trust me to be perfectly nice?"

Julia Cloud shuddered, and went to the head of the stairs to answer a question Allison was calling up to her; and, when, she careat, and she felt too bewildered for argument Leslie was enveloped in rose-colored tulle, with touches of silver, and looked like a young goddess with straps of silver over her slim shoulders and a thread of pearls about her throat The white neck and back that the wisp of rose-color made no attempt to conceal were very beautiful and quite childish, but they shocked the sweet soul of Julia Cloud inexpressibly She stood aghast when Leslie whirled upon her and deasped her aunt "You're not going out before people--lance of hurt dislass, and examined herself critically

"Why, Cloudy!" Her voice was al, and her cheeks were rosier than the tulle with disappointht it was lovely! It's just like everybody's else I thought you would think I looked nice!" The child drooped, and Julia Cloud went up to her gently

"It is beautiful, darling, and you are--exquisite! But, dear! It see men so sort of nakedly I'm sure if you understood life better, you wouldn't do it You are tehts, undressed that way, and you are putting on coave you to keep holy and pure It is the way cheap wo many men love them in a careless, physical way I don't kno to tell you, but it seeirl, I never, never would be willing to have you go out that way"

"You've said enough!" ale, shame, and disappointain!" And with a cry she flung herself into the juarments on her bed, and wept as if her heart would break Julia Cloud stood over her in consternation, and tried to soothe her; but nothing did any good The young storm had to have its way, and the slim pink shoulders shook in convulsive sobs, while the dismayed elder sat down beside the bed, with troubled eyes upon her, and waited, praying quietly