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aR oe, t.. com ™ SEED SOWN IN GOOD GROUND, 73 Vashti and me, and Miss Dale said ‘Hush’ to her friend. Vashti said she intended to know what they meant, and I believe she made Miss Dale tell her. But she always said ‘chut’ when J asked her if she knew, and called me a silly child. She would not tell me. Aunt Margery bids me be thankful that | am more a Stoner than an Everleigh—mam- ma was a Stoner—and when I ask her why, she says, ‘Look at Vashti and Frank. Would I rather be either of them than myself?’ Ofcourse I would not; particularly at certain times. ‘They are more fiery than I.” ‘“Do you never get angry, Nora?” “‘T wish I never did, sir; but I do—not so often as they, but very unreasonable, when I do. I don’t know anything what 1am about when lam angry. Miss Dale got fright- ened about a month ago, at a pretty pet bird of mine, and killed him. He escaped from his cage in the evening, and got into her room. - She pretended she thought it was a bat. She is near-sighted, and a great coward. I missed him, and was looking for him. I found him in her room, she chasing him witha pillow. I called out to her that it was my bird, but she declared it was a bat, and threw the pillow at it with all her strength. He was quite dead When I gottohim. The breath was literally knocked out of him, and I believe she did it on purpose. I was so angry that I have not got over it yet. JI don’t know what I did. I believe I smashed some china and gilt mandarins that were Miss Dale’s especial delight, for I saw the pieces inthemorning. I know I behaved dreadfully. Miss Dale was, or pretended to be, very much frightened, and went herself for Aunt Margery. I had cooled down a little when she got back, but I was still so excited that I could hardly stand for trembling. Aunt Margery bade me go right away to my own room; and when [ did not _~ => . y ‘nF re i> al | re ‘. ~ > * Sh My Sg ' — ee ¥. _S £a\3 aes ~ ¥ uae mic? ry? he » &) < 5 - = @F "3 ; r 4 < _* * ~S ~ } : j a. # e ~ * ; y > - “ 4 A * v 2 + a ; ‘ ‘whe. . ; - ; 7 . 5 . ‘ _= Ca rs Ae * a cv > te ~ a \ ¥ or “~ ~~ - J y - J 8 > Mee ele Bt ee ee a Bee >t = i : tie eS oe “es os a ee eS ll an Bl ee a = €o icbooks <> . <== ; - rs “i ei , fa OE ee Oe ee