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A young idealist, at four, was selling stars to put in the sky She had cut them with her own scissors out of red tissue paper, so that she was able to give a guarantee

"But you'll have to get the ladder out of our bedroom to put 'em up wiv," she told purchasers honestly

The child was a wild dark creature, slim and elfish, with a queer little s, on the prolass and the swell hardly perceptible Land was in sight, a vague uneven line risingthe Victorian would be running up the St Lawrence Even for the e lay behind A pleasant good fellowship was in the air In soret that ties newly formed must so soon be broken In others it found an expression more buoyant Merry voices of shuffleboard players drifted forward Young couples paced the deck and leaned over the rail to watch the phosphorescent glow The open s of the slasses and the low rattle of chips All sounds blended into a mellow harmony

"What's your price on a whole constellation with a lovers'in a deck chair

The vendor of stars looked at him in her direct serious fashion "I fink I tan't sell you all 'at, but I'll o wiv the stars--not a weally twuly one, jus' a make-believe moon," she added in a whisper

An irritated voice made itself heard "Steward, have you seen that child anywhere? The naughty little brat has run away again--and I left her only a minute"

The dealer in celestial supplies came to earth

"I'rave conviction

An unvoiced conspiracy formed itself instantly in her behalf A lady in a stea An eight-year-old youngster knotted his fists valiantly The young man who had priced a constellation considered the chances of a cutting-out expedition

"She should have been in bed long ago I just stepped out to speak to our roooverness was explaining

Discovery was imminent The victim prepared herself for the worst

"I don't care," she protested to her protector "It's ever so nicer to stay up, an' if it wasn't runnin' away it would be so else"