THE GIRL WHO COULD NOT WRITE. 69

Nobody thought, till it was all stitched in, of one thing.

“ Why, it’s a girls’ story!” said Nita.

“We were going to have all ve girls at once, and all ve
boys at ve same time,”’ objected Trotty.

“ Well, it seemed to come,” said Nate. ‘TI liked it most
as much as if it had been a boy.”

“Girls do seem to come,’ remarked Trotty, pensively.
“T’m glad I ain’t a girl.

“ Besides,” said Trotty again, “she ’d no business to be a
furniture-man, anyways.”

“ She ’d all the business she ’d a mind to!” said Lill,
stoutly. Nate thought so too. Nita did n’t say anything.
She never did. Trotty felt that it was a tie-vote, and wisely
said nothing more, except that he ’d rather have his luncheon
now, and that his foot ached.